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N. B» The Number of the Hymn always anfwers 
to the Number of the Page — —thus : 

Hymn 33 - - page 33 

Hymn 433 - page 433 

Hymn 434 - - page 434 


rT^HE Hymns and Pfalms of that fweet finger in Ifraei, 
X Dr. Watts, have juftly obtained a diftinguifhed reputa- 
tion, among different denominations of good men, and ren- 
dered his memory dear to thoufands. They appear to me 
bettor adapted to public worfhip, than any other book which 
I have feen, and it would pain me very much, to find any 
one my moft cordial attachment to them. Unleis 
I am very much miftaken, I have often felt their beneficial 
influence on my mind, and I do, with the grcateft pleafure, 
rank among their warmeft admirers. 


But it was never imagined, by Dr. Watts, or any other 
intelligent perfon, that it would be for ever improper to 
introduce other hymns into a congregation where his are 
ufed. And it muft be acknowledged, copious and excellent 
as they are, that they do not include every fubject that is 
needful for public worfhip ; for it has often been very difficult 
if not impoflible after fermon, to find a hymn or pfalm quite 
fuited to the difcourfe which has been delivered. Hence, the 
minifter, or leader of the pfalmody has been under the necef- 
fity of taking a hymn, now from one author, and then from 
another, and many of our fenior minifters have fometimes 
given out a compofition of their own. Thefe methods have 
been edifying to the people, but an inconvenience has at- 
tended them; the people have not had the hymn which 
has been fung, and, to-day they have afked, " Who was the 
author of it ?" and have been told, it was one of Dr. Watts's 
Lyric Poems ; a month after they have made a fmiiiar en- 
quiry, and have learned that the hymn was Dr. Doddridge's-; 
the next time they enquired, they found they had been 
comforted by one of prefident Davies's of America, or elfe, 
by the united piety and poetry of Theodofia. — At laft, not 
being able to find all thefe hymns, in any two, or three, or 
ten books, they have afked another queflion, " Why could 
we not have fome of the beft hymns in all thefe authors put 
together, and ufed with Dr. Watts ?'"' Such enquiries gave 
birth to the prefent publication. 

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This Selection was never intended, either directly of 
indirectly, to fet afide Dr. Watts, in any congregation upon 
earth ; on the contrary, it is hoped that he will be more 
uied than ever. And that he may be fo, his Hymns and 
Pfalms keeping their former place, a number of hymns has 
been introduced from his Lyric Poems, Sermons, and Mis- 
cellanies, into this volume, not only greater than has yet 
appeared in any one collection for public worfhip; but, I 
Relieve, exceeding what has been printed in all of them put 
together. Thefe, 1 flatter myfelf, will be highly acceptable 
to the real friends of Dr. Watts. 

But as Dr. Watts has not many whole hymns, on the 
characters of Chrift — the work of the Spirit — the chriflian 
graces and tempers — the parables of the New Teftament — the 
-ordinance of baptifrn — and but few fuited to aflociations and 
general meetings of churches and minifters — ordinations- 
church meetings — meetings of prayer — annual fermons to ' 
young people, &c. great care has been taken, that this book 
fbould be en the one hand, a good Supplement, filling up, in 
feme mcafare, thefe deficiences ; while it is on the other, an 
Appendix, containing fome hymns on the fame fubjects a* 
may be found in Dr. Watts : thefe have been {elected jthat 
we may not always fing of the fame thing in the fame words t 
but enjoy variety in the work of praife, which is generally fa 
acceptable in the duty of prayer. 

When Dr. Watts's Hymns and Pfalms were introduced, 
there were fome who found great fault with them, intimating 
that they had pfalms enough already ; and it may be there 
are fome well-meaning perfons now, of a fimilar defcription 
— to fuch, I take the liberty of faying, that, I think, it will 
be very difficult to find any wife and good man, who has 
taken the lead in public pfalmody, with proper attention, 
for feven years, and is, after fuch a trial, of their way of 
thinking. Too great a variety is fcarcely to be conceived 
of. and I confefs my fear is, notwithstanding this addition 
of above five-hundred hymns, that after fermon there will be 
many fubjects fought for in vain, both in this Appendix, as 
well as in Dr. Watts, To provide for this inconvenience, 
as far as poffible, 1 have placed together a number of fhort 
hymns, to be fung after fermon. Thefe will, perhaps, often 
be helpful, when no one can be found exactly fuitable to th* 
difcourfe, us they are on very general fubjects, fuch as " Praife 


for the gofpel — A Meffing rccpiefted on the word preached," 
and, on many other topics of very common concern. 

Some of the beft judges who have been confuked on this 
head, have recommended a variety of meafures. Patrick'; 
Pfalms are confined, I obferve,to three meafures; Dr. Watts'* 
Pfalms are thrown into nine ; but iome of thefe meafures arc 
row fo much cut of ufe, that they are fcarcely ever fung. 
In their room I have introduced a few others, perhaps not 
enough to gratify every one, but, 1 believe, mod of thofe 
which are known, and valued in our diiTenting congregations, 
throughout England. 


The numerous minhters, and other brethren to whom T 
have read, or fent my defign, have, one and all, unanimously 
encouraged me to go forward ; and after 1 had laid my plan, 
and collected great part en my materials, I was, more than 
ever, convinced that an Appendix to Dr. Watts's Hyms 
and Pfalms, was very generally defired, from one end cf the 
kingdom to the other. For i found, that fevcral minifters, 
in very different counties, who were unacquainted with eacli 
others intention, had actually begun a work of this kind ; 
but, hearing that I had advanced pretty far in a Selection, 
which fhould be diftinguifhed from others, by an orderly 
arrangement of fubjects, they dropped their defign, and three 
of them, very politely and voluntarily favoured me with 
fuch communications, as lay me under very confiderabie obli- 
gations. My grateful acknowledgments attend thefe my 
brethren, as well as feveral other of my friends who have 
in different ways, generoufly contributed towards this com- 


As this book is an Appendix to DF. Watts*? Hymns and 
Pfalms, none of them have been felected ; but 1 have gone 
through more than Ninety printed volumes of Hymn-Bocks, 
Hymns, Pfalms, &c. attentively perufing all the collections I 
could obtain in this country and from America. In confe- 
cpience of which, this publication ought to contain a greater 
variety of fubjects and metres, than either of the collections 
extant. 7/ may, indeed, be ufed alone; but it is principally 
defigned for thofe congregations in which Dr. Watts's Hymn? 
and Pfalms have ftill the preference to all ethers, 


I hope it will be obferved, that fome of the hymns which 
are chofen, have been inferted in the greater part of the belt 
collections ; and I judge it is a fuffieient proof of their worth, 
that they have been efteemed by fo many good men. There 
axe more than three hundred others, fome of which indeed 
have been printed before, but none cf them, 1 think, have 
ever appeared in any collection for public worfhip till now. 

The original hymns which adorn this volume, and 
which were never before printed, make almoft one-fourth 
part of the whole. For thefe (not to mention here all the 
•valuable perfons, whofe names or fignatures (land in the book) 
1 am indebted to the prefent Dr. Stermett, the Rev. Mr. 
Turner of Abingdon, the Rev. Mr. Beddome of Bourton, 
and the Rev. Mr. Francis of Horfley ; names — which have 
been for many years ornaments of the denomination to which 
they belong, and which I mention with the higheft perfonal 
refpect — a refpect, in which I am joined by the wifeft and 
belt men in all our churches. The friendly communications 
of thefe gentlemen, have been no inconfiderable acquisition : 
but it is proper to remark, that though this volume is indebted 
to them, for many of its beauties, they are accountable for 
none of the blemifhes, that may appear in the hymns which 
do not bear their names 

In moffc places, where the names of the authors were known, 
they are put at full length ; but the hymns which are not fo 
diftinguifhed, or which have only a fingle letter prefixed to 
them, were, many of them, compofed by perfons unknown, 
or elfe have undergone fome confiderable alterations. The 
author of the firft hymn wifhes it fomewhere to be laid, 
that the leading idea of it was taken from Addifon. 

I truft it will be found, that the hymns in this Selection 
are truly evangelical; but if any fentiment or expreflion has 
efcaped me, that is contrary to the facred oracles, I hope I 
fhall be willing to correct it, whenever an opportunity may 
offer. It would pain me beyond expreffion, if there were 
,v..\- hymn in the Look, that might give Jufl reafon for offence 
to any ferious mind. I hope no line ; nor even fv 11 able will be 
found, tending to make the breaches between good men, 
wider than they are already. It has ^iven me no fmal] plea- 
sure to unite, as far as I could, here below, different denomi~ 
nations of minifters, and chriftians, in the fame noble work, 
which fhall for ever employ them ahove. My enquiry has 
not been, xvbafe hymns foall I choofe, but ivftai hriu>; 


and hence it will be fcen, that churchmen and difienters, 
Watts and Tate, Wsfley and Toplady. England and America, 
fing fide by fide, and very often join in the fame triumph, 
ufing the fame \vord=. And when Chrift has been the 
fubjc& of the fong, we have been ready to fay, 

Europe and Afta fhall refound, 

With Africa, his fame ; 
And thou, America, in fongs- 

Redeeming love proclaim. 


1 have aimed, all through the book, at an eafy method, a 
fcheme of which may be feen in the page which faces the firffc 
hymn: By this means, 1 hope, it will be eafy to find almoft 
any Subject. But as no two perfons would be likely to arrange 
five hundred hymns alike, and as fome hymns may bear 
two or three titles (as many in Dr. Watts's book do) and 
therefore fland with propriety under different heads, perhaps 
it may turn out on examination, that I have not placed all 
the hymns, where fome attentive perfons would have expec- 
ted to find them. Should any of them be found in a lefs 
proper place than they might have had, it will give me 
pleafure if none of them ftand in an improper place. There 
appeared to me fome reafon for placing them whsre they 
are; if this fhould not appear to others, I have the correlation 
to reflects that the intrinfic merit of the hymn will not be 
leffencd by its {landing in a wrong leaf, and that if the whole 
book is not reduced to a perfeCl method, a copious Index will 
be very likely to make amends, for ail deficiencies of this 


" It were to be wifhed," fays Dr. Watts, " that we might 
not dwell fo long upon every fingle note, and produce the 
fyllables to fuch a tirefome extent, with a conftant uniformity 
of time ; which difgraces the mufic, and puts the congregation 
quite out of breath in finging five or fix ftanzas : whereas 
if the method of finging were but reforrred to a greater fpeed 
of pronunciation, we might often enjoy the pleafure of a 
longer pfalm, with lefs expenfe of time and breath ; and our 
pfalmody would be more agreeable to that of the ancient 
churches, more intelligible to others, and more delightful to 
eurfelvei — It were to be wifhed alio, thai all congregations 

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and private fanvlies would finer as they do in foreign Fro- 
teftant countries, without reading line by line." 

The feveral minifters who preached a courfe of fermons in. 
East Cheap, dated 1708, 1711, 1713 and 1717, fay under 
the duty of finging, " Thee remains one thing we are con- 
cerned to plead for, namely, a practice which has lately 
obtained in fome of our congregations, and that is Jingiug of 
pfalms ivitbout reading. This has been matter of fcruple to 
ibme people, and to remove an old cuftom, though a bad cne, 
is like removing the ancient land marks, &c." The arguments 
•which are given in thefe fermons for finging without 
parcelling out the lines, sre very convincing- — and I have the 
pleafure to remark, that this practice is gaining ground in 
fome congregations of the firft note in London, at Priftol, 
and elfewhere — and it is hoped that it will foon become 
pretty general where it can be conveniently introduced, 


I am not fo vain as to fuppofe, that thefe materials would 
not have appeared to greater advantage, if they had paffed 
through other hands; but I can fay with truth, 1 have done 
my be ft — And when I have looked around, and feen the men 
who were mo ft fitted for this work, bufily and honorably 
engaged in writing and printing on fuch fubjects as the fpirit 
of the times makes it neceffary to difcufs, or in preaching 
very frequently (bleffings to the churches over which they 
prefide, and to the villages all around them) ; a hope has been 
indulged, that it would not be thought prefumptuous even 
in a junior brother, were he (borrowing a fimilitude) to walk 
abroad and gather up the golden ears which have long lain 
fcattered in the fields of piety and genius, that fo a fheaf of 
gratitude ..light be prefented by an affectionate patter to his 
affectionate people. J. R. 

No, 10. Grange Road, Sauthivark. 

A TABLE to find any HYMN by the 
firfl Line. 

Hymn and Pag: 

A Debtor to mercy alane - 223 

' A fulnefs rcfidcs - 150 

A good high prieft is come - 190 

Adam our f.vher and our head - 33 

Afflicted faint to Chrift draw near - - 123 

Ah wretched fouls who ftrive in vain - - 334 

Alas what hourly dangers rife - - 320 

All hail incarnate God - - 430 

All hail the power of Jefus' name - " *7 r 

A Imighty Father gracious Lord - 3 7 

Almighty Maker God ! - - 345 

Almighty Maker cf my frame - - 54; 

Am I a foliiier of the crofs - - 22l> 

And art thou with us gracious Lord - - 1 24 

And be it fo that till this hour - - 230 

And can my heart afpire fo high - - 27;.' 

And did the holy and the juft - - 48J 

And have I Chrift no love to thee « - 25 % 

And is the gofpel peace and love - - i6;> 

Aloud we fing the wondrous grace 4 ■ - 2.5S 

And muft I part with all I have - - 281: 

And will th' eternal King - - 29$ 

And will the Judge defcend - - 573 

And will th' offended God again - - 299 

Angels roll the rock away - - 142 

Another fix-days work is done - " 34& ' 

Arife my tendered thoughts arife - - 42 

Afcend thy throne almighty King - - 370 

As on the crofs the Saviour hung - - 8o 

As fhowers on meadows newly mown - - 209 

Afham'd of Chrift, my foul difdain - - 280 

Afiul us Lord thy name to praife - - 326 

Aftonifh'd and diftrefs'd - - 40 

At anchor laid remote from home - - . 212 

Attend my ear my heart rejoice - - 573 

Attend ye children of your God - - 470 


Hymn and Page 

Awake, awake the facred fong - - 131 

Awake my foul in joyful lays - - 13 

Awake my foul ftretch every nerve - - 302 

Awake our drowi'y fouls - - 349 

Awake our fouls and blefs his name - 165 

Away my unbelieving fear - - 286 

Awake fweet gratitude and fing - - 153 

Awhile remain'd the doubtful ftrife - - 541 

BACKSLIDERS who your mifery feel - 176 

Before thy throne eternal King - . 424 

Begone unbelief - - - 290 

Behold long wiih'd-for fpring is come - - 500 

Behold the leprous Jew - 102 

Behold the fin-atoning Lamb - 1 79 

Behold the fons the heirs of God - - 229 

Befet with fnares on every hand * - 297 

Blefs'd be the tie that binds - - 254 

Blefs'd Jefus fcurce of grace divine - - 208 

Blefs'd is the man whofe heart expands - - 5-3 

Blefs'd men who ftretch their willing hands - 292 

BleiTed are the fons of God - - 94 

BleiTed Redeemer how divine - 242 

BLw ye the trumpet blow - - "57 

CHILDREN of the heavenly King - - 240 

Chrift our paffover is flain - - 186 

Chrift the Lord is rifen to-day - - 141 

Come every pious heart - - 489 

Come gracious Spirit heavenly Dove - - 207 

Come guilty fouls and flee away - - 37 6 

Come humble finner in whofe breaft - - 355 

Come let me love or is my mind - - 5.5 1 

Come Lord and help us to rejoice - - 232 

Come Lord and warm each languid heart - 583 

Come fee on bloody Calvary - - 478 

Come finners faith the mighty God - - 1 14 

Come thou fount of ev'ry blefling - - 509 

Come thou long expected Jefus - 162 

Come thou foul-transforming Spirit - - 368. 

Come weary fouls with fin diftrefs'd - - 117 

Come ye finners poor and wretched - - 11S 


Come ye that fear the Lord 
Come ye that love the Saviour's name 
Comp ar'd vvith Chrift in all befide 
Curit be the man fur ever curft 

Hymn and Page 
* 437 

- 175 

- 204 

- 52 

DAY of judgment day of wonders 
Dead be my heart to all below 
Dear friend of friendlefs finners hear 
Dear Lord and mall thy Spirit reft 
Dear Lord and will thy pardoning love 
Dear Lord tho' bitter is the cup 
Dear refuge of my weary foul 
Dear Saviour make me wife to fee 
Dear Saviour we are thine 
Dear Saviour when my thoughts recall 
Dear fhepherd of thy people hear 
Deareft Saviour help thy fervant 
Death with his dread commiffion feal'd 
Deep are the wounds which fin has made 
Deluded fouls who think to find 
Depraved minds on amesfeed 
Defcend celeftial Dove 
Defcend holy Spirit the Dove 
Did Chrift o'er fnmert weep 
Difmifs us with thy bleffing Lord 
Do not I love thee O my Lord 
Doft thou my profit feek 




EARTH has engrofs'd my love too long 
Encompafs'd with clouds of diftrefs 
Enquire ye pilgrims for the way 
Enflav'd by fin and bound in chains 
Eternal God almighty caufe 
Eternal God enthron'd on high 
Eternal power whofe high abode 
Eternal fource of every joy 
Eternal Spirit fource of light 
Eternal wifdom thee we praife 
Eternity is juft at hand 
Exalted Prince of life we own 
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FAIR Sion's King we fuppliant bow 
Faith adds new charms to earthly blifs 
Faith 'tis a precious grace 
Father at thy call I come 
Father divine thy piercing eye 
Father God who feeft in me - 

Father how wide thy glory fhincs 
Father is not thy promife pledg'd 
Father of all thy care we blefs 
Father of faithful Abram hear 
Father of glory to thy name 
Father of mercies bow thine ear 
Father of mercies in thy hcufe 
.Father of mercies in thy word 
Father of mercies fend thy grace 
Father whate'er of earthly blifs 
For a feafon call'd to part 
Forgivenefs 'tis a joyful found 
Frequent the day of God returns 
From whence this fear and unbelief 
From winter's barren clods 

Hymn and Page 

- 417 

- zik 

- 217 

- 270 

- 3Zi 

- 76 

- 11a 

- 419 

- 335 

- 422 


- 426 




GIVE glory to God ye children of men 
Give to the Father praife 
Glorious things of thee are fpoken ; 

Glory be to God the Father 
Glory to God on high i 

Glory to God who reigns above 
Glory to the Father's name . . 

Glory to the eternal King 
Glory to thee my God this night 
Go teach the nations and baptize 
God in the gofpel of his Son 
God is a name my foul adores 
God moves in a myfterious way 
God of eternity from thee ; 

God of my life to thee belong 
God with us O glorious name 
Grace 'tis a charming found 
Gracious Lord incline thine ear 
Oreat author of th' immortal mind • , 







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Hymn and Pa^t 

Great Father of mankind - - 4^6 

Great former of this various frame - - 5 

Great God amid the darkfome night - - 199 

Great God my Maker and my King - - iS 

Great God now condefcend • - 330 

Great God of providence thy ways - - 35 

Great God of wonders all thy ways - 8j 

Great God oppreft with grief and fear - 330 

Great God the nations of the earth - - 420 

Great God thy watchful care we blefs - 2>y? 

■Great God to thee my evening fong - - 495 

Great God we in thy courts appear - - 4J- 

Great God we fing that mighty hand - 51a 

Great God what hofts of angels ftand - - 3c 7 

Great God where'er we pitch our tent - 33 J 

Great leader of thine Ifrael's hoft - - 317 

Great Lord of all thy matchlefs power - - j 36 

Great ruler of the earth and Ikies - - 531 

Great Spirit of immortal love - - 256 

Guide me O thou great Jehovah - ~ 5&7 

HAIL mighty Jefus how divine - 77 

Hail thou once defpifed Jefui • 75 

Happy beyond defcription he - - 227 

Happy the man who finds the grace - - 29 r 

Happy the man whofe cautious fteps - 16 I 

Hark for 'tis God's own Son that calls - . 93 

Hark the glad found the Saviour comes - 134 

Hark the herald angels fing - - 130 

Hark the voice of love and mercj - 71 

Hark 'tis our heavenly leader's voice - - 328 

He comes he comes to judge the world - 578 

He dies the friend of finners dies - - 474 

He lives the great Redeemer lives - - 152, 

Hear gracious God my humble moan - - 308 

Hear gracious Sovereign from thy throne - 210 

Heaven has confirm'd the great decree - - 565 

Here at thy table Lord we meet - - 483 

Here Lord my foul convi £ed (lands - jo 

Holy and reverend is the name - - 1 7 

Holy wonder heavenly grace - * - 347 

H«ufe of our God with cheerful anthems ring • 533 


Hymn and Page 

How are thy fervants blefs'd O Lord -" - 3<fr 

How charming is the place - - 341 

How did the powers of darknefs rage - 314 

How firm a foundation ye faints of the Lord . 1-8 

How free and boundlefs is the grace - - 362 

How great how folemn is the work - - 453 

Kow great how terrible that God - - 57® 
How happy are we - 62 

How happy is the pilgrim's lot - - 50O 

Kow haft thou Lord from year to year - 502 

How keen the. tempter's malice is - 155 

How long fhall death the tyrant reign - 569 

How long fhall earth's 'alluring toys - - 546 

How long thou faithful God fhall I 364 

How lovely how divinely fweet - - 343 

How many years has man been driven - 42I 

How oft alas this wretched heart - 86 

How precious is the book divine - - 43 

How (hall I my Saviour fet forth - -151 

How fhall the fons of men appear - "377 

How foft the words my Saviour fpeaks - 517 

How various and how new - - 547 

/Tumble fouls who feek falvation - - 445 

T Afk'd the Lord that I might grow - 321 

jl I come the great Redeemer cries - 193 

] my Ebenezer raife - - - 512 

I would but cannot fing - - 309 

If fecret fraud fhould dwell - - 283 

Infinite excellence is thine - " 1 64 

In Jordan's tide the Baptift ftands - - 441 

In ibngs of fublime adoration and praife - 110 

In fweet exalted it-rains - - - 338 

In thee thou all-fufficient God - - 441 

In vain Apollos' filver tongue - - 3 60 

\p. vain the giddy world enquires . . 399 

In what confufion earth appears - - 582 

Is Jefus mine I'm now prepar'd - 378 
Jfrael in ancient days ... 55 

It is the Lord enthron'd in light - 279 

Jefus and fhall it ever be - - -451 

Jefos at thy command - - 3°4 


Hymn and Page 

J •".<=. eommiffion'd frcm above - - 184. 

1 us full of all compaffion - - 295 

Jefua I love thy charming name - - 173 

J<*fus how precious is thy name - -192. 

Jeius 1 fing thy matchlefs grace - 171 

Jefus immutably the fame . - 2CO 

Jefus is our great fclvation - - 108 

Jefus let thy pitying eye - - 313 

Jefus lover of my foul - - - 305 

Jefus mighty King in Sion - - 449 

Jefus my all to heaven is gone - - 201 

Jefus my Lord how rich thy grace - - 433 

Jefus my love my chief delight - - 171 

Jefus my Saviour and my God - - 106 

Jefus O word divinely fweet - - 475 

Jefus our fouls delightful choice - - 219 

Jefus fince thou art ftill to-day - - 189 

Jefus the eternal Son of God - '55 

Jefus the heavenly lover gave _ - 159 

Jefus the Lord our fouls adore - - 167 

Jefus the fpring of joys divine - - 196 

Jefus thy blood and righteoufnef3 - - 84 

Jefus we claim thee for our own - - 178 

Jefus we hang upon the word - „ 206 

Jefus when faith with fixed eyes - - 477 

KEEP filence all created things - 9 

Kind are the words that Jeius fpeaks - 125 

Kindred in Chrift for his dear fake - - J f 4 

King of Salem blefs my foul - - 1 83 

LET avarice from more to fhore - - 45 

Let others boaft their ancient line - - 91 

Let party names no more - - 255 

Let Sion's watchmen all awake » - 410 

Let thole who bear the chriftian name - - 282 

Light of thofc whofe dreary dwelling - - 182 

Lo he comes with clouds defcending - - 576 

Lo he cometh ccuntlefs trumpets - - 575 

Look down O Lord with pitying eye - 371 

Look up ye faints direct your eyes - 27 

Lord am I thine entirely thine - - 490 
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Hymn and Page 

Lord and am I yet ali-e . - 1 6 

Lord at thy feet we finners lie - 235 

Lord at thy tabic I behold - - .482 

Lord didft thou die but not for me • - 287 

Lord difmifs us with thy bleffmg - • 389 

Lord doft thou fhew a corner-ftone - -163 

Lord God omnipotent to blefs - - 38s 

Lord haft thou made me know thy ways - 105 

Lord how large thy bounties are - - Ii^ 

Lord how (hall wretched finners dare • • 5*7 

Lord I am pain'd but I refign . . , 538 

Lord I am vile what fhall I fay . • 493 

Lord I cannot let thee go 354 

Lord if thou thy grace impart » . -237 

Lord of hofts how lovely fair . . , 342 

Lord (hall we part with gold for drofs . .401 

Lord thou haft been thy children's God . . 4, 

Lord thou with an unerring beam . . 8 

Lord thy pervading knowledge ftrikee . . 28 

Lord 'tis an infinite delight . . - 55$ 

Lord we come before thee now , . . 363 

Lord when I read the traitor '9 doom . .580 

Lord when our raptur'd thought furveys « 3 2 

Lord when we fee a faint of thine . . 55$ 

Lord with a griev'd and aching heart . . 236 

Loud let the tuneful trumpet found • 58 

MAY the grace of Chrift our Saviour , . 394 

Methinks the laft great day is come . . 571 

Mighty God while angels blefs thee . • 132. 

'Mong all the priefts of Jewifii race . . • 19 1 

Mortals awake with angels join . * .129 

Muft all the charms of nature then . 52c* 

My brethren from my heart belov'd . 416 

My Captain founds the alarm of war • . 30J 

My God affift me while I raife . . , 203 

My God how cheerful is the found • .126 

My God the covenant of thy love . . .67 

My God what filken cords are thine ; ,216 

My gracious Redeemer I'll love . . . 253 


Hymn and Pagft 
My grr.teful tongue immortal K ; ng . . 25 

My. fifing foul with ftrong defirea . . '97 

I ivioui let me hear thy voice . . 89 

My forrows like a flood . • .88 

My foul with joy rirtend . ... 103 

My thoughts that often mount the Ikies • 550 

Mv times of forrow and of jcy . « . 276 

NO rr ore dear Saviour will I boaft , . 4?C 

No ftrength of nature can fufHce . 5 r 

Not all the nobles of the earth . -95 

Not by the laws of innocence . : . 225 

Not unto us but thee alone . . .384 

Now begin the heavenly theme , 69 

Now far above thefe ftarry firics . . 479 

Now from the altar of our hearts • : .497 

Nov let a true ambition rife . . . 519 

Now let our cheerful eyes furvey , . 154 

Now let our drooping hearts revive , . .566 

Nov let our faith grow ftrong and rife . . 4S0 

Now let our hearts cor.fbire to raife . 3 2 2- 

Now let our fouls on wings fublime . 323 

Nov/ let our voices join . ; . .239 

Now let the feeble all be ftrong . . 3C0 

Now let us raife our cheerful ftrains . . . 14 7 

Now may the God of peace and love . . 390 

Now Lord the heavenly feed is fown . . 37^ 

Now while the gofpel-net is caft . . .365 

O'ER the gloomy hills of darknefs . . 42? 

O for a clofer walk with God . . 98 

O for a fweet infpiring ray . . . 587 

O God my Sun thy blif?ful rays . . . 231 

O Lord I would delight in thee . . 24S 

O Lord my beft defires fulfil . . .277 

O Lord my God whofe fovcreign love • . 63 

O my diftruftful heart . . .64 

O my foul what means this fadnefs ; • 3l3 

O that I knew the fecret place . • .99 

O that the Lord indeed . • 381 


Hymn and Page 
O the immenfe the amazing height . , 50J 

O thon before whofe gracious throne 
O thou that haft redemption wrought 
O thou v/ho didtt thy glory leave 
O what ftupendous mercy mines 
O ye immortal throng 
Of all the joys we mortals know 
Oft have I turn'd my eye within 
On Jordan's ftormy banks 1 fiand 
On Sion his mod h ly mount 
On us opprefs'd beneath thy flroke 
On what has now been fown 
On wings of faith mount up, &c. 
Once as the Saviour pafs'd along 
Our Father whofe eternal fway , 

Our God afcends his lofty throne 
Cur heavenly Father calls 
Our Lord is rifen from the dead • 

Our Saviour alone . . » 

PATIENCE O what a grace divine 
Peace 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand • 

Poor weak and worthlefs tho' I am 
Praife Father Son and Holy Ghoft 
Praife God from whom all bleffings flow 
Praife the Saviour all ye nations 
Praife to our Shepherd's gracious name 
Praife to the Lord of boundlefs might 
Praife to the Lord who bows his ear 
Praife to thy name eternal God i 

Prepare me gracious God 
Proclaim faith Ghrift my wondrous grace 
Proftrate dear Jefus at thy feet , 

RAISE thoughtlefs finner raife thine eye 
Rejoice the Lord is King 
Religion is the chief concern 
Repent the voice celeftial cries 
Return my roving heart return 
Rife my foul and flretch thy wings 
Rcclt of ages fhelter me 


Hymn and Page 

SALVATION O melodious found : . S13 

Salvation thro' our dying God 
Saviour divine we know thy name ; 

Saviour of men and Lord of love 
Saviour vifit thy plantation . , 

Say fhould we fearch the globe around 
Say who is fhe that looks abroad 
Searcher of hearts before thy face 
See Felix cloth'd with pomp and power 
See gracious God before thy throne 
See how rude winter's icy hand 
See how the little toiling ant 
See how the mounting fun , , 

See how the willing converts trace . 

See Ifrael's gentle fhepherd ftand 
See Lord thy willing fubjecb bow 
Self-deftroy'd for help I pray . 

Shall atheifls dare infult the crofs 
Shall Jefus defcend from the fkies 
Shepherd of Ifrael bend thine ear 
Shepherd of Ifrael thou doft keep 
Should bounteous nature kindly pour 
Shout for the bleffed Jefus reigns 
Since Jefus freely did appear . • 

Sinful and blind and poor 
Sing to the Lord above „ 

Sinner O why fo thoughtlefs grown 
Sinners the voice of God regard . 

So fair a face bedew 'd with tears 
Sons we are thro' God's election 
Sovereign of all the worlds on high 
Sovereign of life I own thy hand , 
Sovereign ruler of the fkies 
Sprinkled with reconciling blood , 
Stay thou infulted Spirit ftay . . 

Stern winter throws his icy chains 
Stretch' d on the crofs the Saviour dies 
Sweet was the time when firft I felt ; 

THAT God who made the worlds on high 
The Bible is juftly efteem'd 
The deluge at the Almighty's call 

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The fountain of Chr'fc 
The C od of Abram praife 
The God of love will fure indulge 
The great Redeemer we adore 
The holy eunuch when b?.ptiz'd 
The icy chains that bound* the earth 
The joyful morn my God is come 
The King of heaven his table fpreads 
The Lord on mortal worms looks down 
The Lord who rules the world's affairs 
The Lord will happinefs divine 
The mighty frame of glorious grace 
The mighty God will not defpife ; 

The moment a fmner believes . 

The peace which God alone reveals 
The righteous Lord fupremely great 
The Saviour calls let every ear 
The fpring great God at thy command 
The wandering ftar and fleeting wind 
The wondering nations have beheld 
Thee Father we blefs 
There is a fountain fill'd with blood 
There's joy in heaven and joy on earth 
There is no path to heavenly blifs 
Thine earthly fabbaths Lord we love 
This God is the God we adore 
Thou art O God a Spirit pure 
Thou dear Redeemer dying Lamb 
Thou God of glorious majeily 
Thou Lord my fafety thou my light 
Thou only centre of my reft 
Thou only fovereign of my heart 
Thou very pafchal Lamb . 
Thrice happy fouls who born from heaven 
Thro' all the changing fcenes of life 
Thro' all the various fluffing fcene 
Thus Agur breath'd his warm defire 
Thus far my God hath led me on 
Thus it became the Prince of grace 
1 hus was the great Redeemer plung'd 
Thus we commemorate the day . . 

Thy life I read my deareft Lord 

Kymn and Page 


Hymn and Page 
Thy mercy my God is the tneme d£ my fang . 15 

Thy names how infinite they be 
Thy prefence everlafting God . . 

Thy prefence gracious God afford 
7'hy fire and her who brought thee fcrth 
Thy way O God is in the Tea 
7'hy ways O Lord with wife defign 
'Tis a point I long to know 
'Tis finifh'd fo the Saviour cried 
'Tis finifh'd 'tis done the fpirit is fled 
To (Thrift the Lord let every tongue 
To diftant lands thy gofpel fend 
To Father Sen and Holy Ghoft 
To God my Saviour and my King 
To God the great Father be praife 

To God the univerfal King . . ; . 1 

To Jefus our exalted Lord . . .487 

To our Redeemer's, glorious .name . . 48 > 

To praife the ever bounteous Lo;d . . SPA 

To the eternal Three • • . 5§4 

To tl • ■ let my firft offerings rift . . . 4 91" 

To thee who reignft fupreme above . . 529 

T 1 NCLEAN unclean and full of fin 
kJ Unite my roving thoughts unite 
Unto thine altar Lord 
Vital fpark of heavenly flame ♦ 

WATT O my foul thy Maker's will 
We blefs th' eternal fonrce of light 
What are pofleffions fame and power 
What hath God wrought might Ifrael fay 
What heavenly man or lovely God 
What is our God or what his name 
What jarring natures dwell within 
What mean thefe jealoufies and fears 
What fcenes of horror and of dread 
What fhall the dying finner do 
What ftrange perplexities arife. 
What various hindrances we nvet 
What wifdom majefty and grace 
Whate'er to thee our Lord belongs 







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Hymn and Page 

When Abram full of facred awe - - 526 

When Abram's fervant to procure - -447 

When any turn from Zion's way . - 439 

When at this diftance Lord we trace - - 135 

When blooming youth is fnatch'd away - - 557 

When by the tempter's wiies betray'd - -122 

When darknefs long has veil'd my mind - - 241' 

When death appears before my fight - -552. 

When firfl the God of boundk-fs grace - - 21 

When I the holy grave furvcy _ - 143 

When Jefus dwelt in mortal clay - - 435 

When Ifrael's grieving tribes complain'd - 157 

When Ifrael thro' the defert pafs'd - - 44 

When O dear Saviour when mall I - - 35 1 

When Paul was parted from his friends • - 414 

When fhall thy lovely face be feen ... 574 

When fins and fears prevailing rife - . 181 

When fome kind fhephefd from his fold - - 7? 

When the Eternal bows the ikies - 14 

When thou my righteous judge malt come . 579 

Where is my God does he retire - - 156 

Where fhall we finners hide our heads - - 100 

Where two or three with fweet accord - "359 

Wherewith O Lord fhall I draw near - - S3 

While carnal men with all their might - 293 

While my Redeemer's near ... icj 7 

While o'er our guilty land O Lord - - 528 

While on the verge of life I ftand - - 554 

While finners who prefume to bear - 375 

Who fhall condemn to endlefs flames - - 63 

Why O my foul why weepell thou - - 274 

Why fhould a living man complain - - 31 $ 

Why fhould our mourning thoughts delight - 568 

Why flow thefe torrents of diftrefs - - 562 

Why finks my weak defponding mind - - 233 

With heavenly power O Lord defend - - 415 

With humble heart and tongue - - - 521 

With melting heart and weeping eyes - - 294 

With tears of anguifh 1 lament - - "39 

With thee great God the ftore5 of light - - 49 » 


Hymn and Pag« 

YE dyins; fons of men - - -Il8 

Ye glittering toys of earth adieu - - 187 

Yc hearts with youthful vigor warm - -518 

Ye humble faints proclaim abroad - - 19 

Ye humble fouls approach your God - - iz 

Ye humble fouls complain no more - - 234 

Ye humble fouls rejoice - - - 260 

Ye humble fouls that feek the Lord - - 1 44 

Ye little flock whom Jefus feeds - » 1x7 

Ye mourning faints whofe dreaming tears - 558 
Ye prifoners of hope ... jq8 

Ye fcarlet-color'd finner.s come - - -121 

Ye fervants of the Lord - 325 

Ye fervants of your God his fame - * 7 

Ye fons of men with joy record - 30 

Ye that pafs by behold the man - 136 

Ye trembling fouls difmifs your fears - - 288 

Ye virgin fouls arife - 551 

Ye worlds of light that roll ^o near - -too 

Ye wretched hungry ftarving poor - - 473 

Yes I would love thee bleiled God - - 247 

Yes the Redeemer rofe - - - 140 

Yes there are joys that cannot die - - 436 

Yonder amazing light I fee - - 138 

Your harps ye trembling faints . . - 224 

Note. It may be proper to intimate to the reader, that 
in this edition the 533d, 534th, and 536th Hymns, being 
inapplicable to this country, have been fuppreffed, and others 
in their ftead inferted. A few other trifling alterations have 
been made, but they have generally been fuch as local 
propriety dictated. 



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HYMNS, &c. 


HYMN I. L. M. Dr. S. Stexnett. 

A Song of Praife to Gcd. 

1 HPO God the univerfal king 

•*- Let all mankind their tribute bring : 
All that have breath, your voices raife, 
In fcngs of'never~ceaf;ng praife. 

2 The fpacious earth on which we tread, 
And wider heavens llretch'd o'er our head, 
A large and folemn temple frame, 

To celebrate its builder's fame. 

3 Here the bright fun that rules the day, 
As thro' the fky he makes his way, 
To all the wodd proclaims aloud 
The boundlefs fov'reigniy of God. 

4 When from his courts the fun retires, 
And with the day his voice expires, 
The moon and (tars adopt the fong, 
And thro' the night the praife prolong. 

5 The lift'ning earth with rapture hears 
Th' harmonious mufic of the fpheres ; 
And all her tribes the notes repeat, 
That God is wife, and good, and great. 

6 But man endow'd with nobler pow'rs, 
His God in nobler ftrains adores : 
His is the gift to know the fong, 
As well as fing with tuneful tongufe. 


II. L. M. Williams's Psalms. 
The Unity of God, Deut. vi. 4. 

1 EXTERNAL GW/ Almighty caufe 

-^ Of earth and feas and worlds unknown 
•All things are fubjeft to thy laws ; 
All things depend on thee alone. 

2 Thy glorious being fingly ftands, 
Of all within itfelf poflefr ; 
Control'd by none are thy commands ; 
Thou from thyfelf alone art bleit. 

3 To thee alone ourfelves we owe ; 
Let heav'n and earth due homage pay ; 
All other gods we difavow, 

Deny their claims, renounce their fway. 

4 Spread thy great name thro' heathen lands ;; 
Their idol-deities dethrone ; 

Reduce the world to thy command ; 
And reign, as thou art, God alone. 

III. L. M. 
The Spirituality of God, John iv. 24. 

1 T^HOU art, O God! a Spirit pure, 

-*- Invifible to mortal eyes ; 
TjV immortal, and the eternal king, 
The great, the good, the only wife. 

2 Whilft nature changes, and her works 
Corrupt, decay, diffolve and die, 
Thy efTence pure no change (hall fee, 
Secure of immortality. 

3 Thou great invifible! what hand 
Can draw thy image fpotlefs fair ? 

To what in heaven, to what on earth, 
Can men th' immortal king compare ? 


4 Let ftupid heathens frame their gods 
Of gold and (ilver, wood and (lone ; 
Ours is the God that made the heavens, 
Jehovah He y and God alone. 

5 My foul, thy pure ft homage pay, 
In truth and fpirit him adore ; 
More (hall this pleafe than facrifice, 
Than outward forms, delight him more. 

IV. L. M. Steele. 

The Eternity of God and Man's Mortality % 
Pfalm xc. 

1 T ORD, thou haft been thy children's God, 
- Li All-powerful, wife, and good, and juft, 
In every age their fafe abode, 

Their hope, their refuge, and their truft. 

2 Before thy word gave nature birth, 
Or fpread the (tarry heavens abroad, 
Or form'd the varied face of earth, 
From everlafting thou art God. 

3 Great father of eternity, 
How (hort are ages in thy fight ! 

A thoufand years how fv/ift they fly, 
Like one (hort filent watch of night ! 

i Uncertain life, how foon it flies ! 

Dream of an hour, how (hort our bloom ! 
Like firing's gzy verdure now we rife, 
Cut down ere night to fill the tomb. 

£ Teach us to count our fhort'ning days, 
And with true diligence apply 
Our hearts to wifdom's facred ways, 
That we may learn to live and die. 
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6 O make our facred pkafures rife 
In fv/eet proportion to our pains, 
'Till e'en the fad rememberance dies, 
Nor one uneafy thought complains. 

7 [Let thy Almighty work appear 
With power and evidence divine ; 
And may the blifs thy fervants (hare, 
Continued to thy children mine 1 

8 Thy glorious image fair impreft, 
Let i.ll our hearts and lives declare ; 
Beneath thy kind protection bled, 
May all our labours own thy care !j 

V. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

The Immutability of God, and the Mutability of ihs 
Creation, Plalm cii. 25 — 28. 

1 /"^ REAT former of this various frame, 
^ r Our fouls adore thine awful name ; 
And bow and tremble while they praife 
The ancient of eternal days. 

2 Thou, L ord, with unfurpris'd furvey, 
Saw'ft nature riling yefterday ; 
And as to-morrow, (hall thine eye 
See earth and flars in ruin lie. 

3 Beyond an angel's virion bright, 
Thou dwell'ft in felf-exiftent light ; 
Which (nines with undiminim'd ray, 
While funs and worlds in fmoke decay. 

4 Our days a tranfient period run, 
And change with ev'ry circling fan; 
A±nd in the firmed f'tate we boad, 
A moth can crufli us into dull. 


But let the creatures fall around : 
Let death cordon us to the ground : 
Let the iaft general riame arife, 
And melt the arches of the Ikies ; 

Calm as the fummer's ocean, we 
Can all the wreck of nature fee 
While grace fecures us an abode, 
Uofhaken as the throne of Cod. 

VI. C. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 

The Infinite. 

i r \ 'HY names, how infinite they be ! 
-"- Great Everlojling one ! 
Boundlefs thy might and majefty, 
And unconfin'd thy throne. 

2 Thy glories fhine of wondrous fize, 

And wondrous large thy grace ; 
Immortal day breaks from thine eyes, 

And Gab, lei veils his face. 

3 Thine effence is a vail abyfs, 

Which angels cannot found, 
An Ocean of infinities 

Where all our thoughts are drov/n'd. 

4 The myfteries cf creation lie 

Beneath enlighten'd minds ; 
Thoughts can afcend above the fky, 
i\nd fly before the winds. 

5 Reafon may grafp the mafly hills, 

And ftretch from pole to pole, 
But half thy name cur fpirit fills, 
And overloads our foul. 


6 In vain our haughty reafon fwells, 
For nothing's found in thee 
But boundlefs unconceiveables, 
And vaft eternity. 

VII. L. M. Merrick's Psalms. 

Omnipotence j or, the Ponver and Providence of 
God, Pfalm cxxxv. 

1 '\ r E fervants of your God, his fame 

•■t In fongs of highefr. praife proclaim: 
Ye who, on his commands intent, 
The courts of Ifrael's Lord frequent. 

2 Him praife the everlafting king, 

' And mercy's unexhaufted fpring : 
Hade, to his name your voices rear ; 
What name like his the heart can cheer ? 

3 Thy greatnefs, Lord, my thoughts atteft, 
With awful gratitude imprefs'd, 

Nor know among the feats divine, 

A power that fhall contend with thine : 

4 O thou, whofe all-difpofing fway, 
The heavens, the earth, and feas obey ; 
Whofe might through all extent extends, 
Sinks through all depth, all height tranfeends ; 

5 From earth's low margin to the fkies, 
Now bids the pregnant vapours rife, 
The lightning's pallid meet expands, 

And glads with fhow'rs the furrow'd lands} 

6 Now from the ftorehoufe, built on high, 
Permits the imprifon'd winds to fly, 
And, guided by thy will, to fweep 
The furface of the foaming deep. 


7 Him praife, the everlading king; 
And mercy's unexhausted fpring : 
Halle, to his name your voices rear; 
What name like his the heart can cheer ? 

VIII. C. M. Blacklock. 

The Ommprefence and Omn'ifclence of God , 
Pfalm cxxxix. 

1 T ORD, thou with an unerring beam 
•*-* Surveyed all my powers ; 

My riling deps are watch'd by thee, 
By thee, my reding hours. 

2 My thoughts, fcarce diuggling into birth. 

Great God, are known to thee : 
Abroad, at home, dill I'm inclos'd 
With thine immenfity. 

3 To thee the labyrinths of life 

In open view appear ; 
Nor deals a whifper from my lips 
Without thy lidening ear. 

4 Behind I glance, and thou art there ; 

Before me fhines thy name ; 
And 'tis thy drong almighty hand 
Sudains my tender frame. 

5 Such knowledge mocks the vain efTays 

Of my adonidi'd mind ; 
Nor can my reafon's foaring eye 
Its towering lummit find. 


6 Where from thy Spirit (hall I dretch 

The pinions of my flight ? 
Or where, thro* Nature's fpacious range, 
Shall I elude thy fight ? 


7 ScalM I the fides ; the blaze divine 
Would overwhelm my foul : 
Ptung'd I to hell ; there mould I hear 
Thine awful thunders roll. 

3 If on a morning's darting ray 
With matchlefs fpeed I rode, 
Ar,d flew to the wild lonely more, 
That bounds the ocean's flood ; 

9 Thither thine hand, ?.ll-prefent God, 
Mull guide the wondrous v* ay, 
And thine omnipotence fupport 
The fabric of my clay. 

io Should I involve myfelf around 
With clouds of tenfold night, 
The clouds would fhine like blazing noon 
Before thy piercing fight. 

n" The beams of neon, the midnight hour, 
" Are both alike to thee: 
" O may I ne'er provoke that power 
" From which I cannot flee !" 

IX. C. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 

Divine Sovereignty ; or, God'j Dominion and 

1 "L 7 " EEP filence all created things, 
-*^ And wait your maker's nod : 

My foul (lands trembling, while ffte fings 
The honors of her God. 

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown 

Hang on his firm decree : 
He fits on no precarious throne, 
Nor borrows leave to be. 


3 Chain'd to his throne, a volume lies, 

With all the fates of men, 
With every angel's form and fize, 
Drawn by th' eternal pen. 

4 His providence unfolds the book, 

And makes his councils mine ; 
Each opening leaf, and ev'ry ftroke 
Fulfils fome deep defign. 

5 Here, he exalts neglected worms 

To fceptres and a crown ; 
And there, the following page he turhsj 
And treads the monarch down. 

6 Not Gabriel afks the reafon why, 

Nor God the reafon gives ; 
Nor dares the favourite angel pry- 
Between the folded leaves. 

(j My God, I would not long to fee 
My fate with curious eyes, 
What gloomy lines are writ for me, 
Or what bright fcenes may rife. 

% In thy fair book of life and grace, 
O may I find my name, 
Recorded in fome humble place, 
Beneath my Lord the Lamb ! 

X. Sevens. B. Francis. 

TheMajefly of God, 

i (^ LORY to th' eternal king, 
^-*" Clad in majefty fupreme ! 
Let all heaven his praifes fing, 
Let all worlds his power proclaim. 


2 Through eternity he reigns 

In unbounded realms of light; 
He the univerfe fuftains, 
As an atom in his fight. 

3 Suns on funs thro' boundlefs fpace, 
With their fyflems move or ftand % 
Or to occupy their place, 

New orbs rife at his command. 

4 Kingdoms flourim, empires fall, 
Nations live, and nations die, 
All forms nothing, nothing all — 
At the movement of his eye. 

5 O let m^ tranfported foul 
Ever on his glories gaze, 
Ever yield to his control, 
Ever found his lofty praife ! 

XL L. M. Beddome. 

The Wifdom of God. 

i "TT^AIT, O my foul, thy maker's will, 
* * Tumultuous paffions, all be (till 1 
Nor let a murmuring thought arife, 
His ways are juft, his councils wife. 

2 He in the thickeft darknefs dwells, 
Performs his work, the caufe conceals ; 
I3ut tho' his methods are unknown, 
Judgment and truth fupport his throne. 

3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and feas, 
He executes his firm decrees ; 

And by his faints it Hands con fed, 
That what he does is ever bed. 


4 Wait then, my foul, fubmiffive wait, 
Proftrate before his awful feat ; 
And 'midft the terrors of his rod 
Truft in a wife and gracious God. 

XII. C. M. Steele. 
The Goodnefs of Govt, Nahum i. 7. 

1 'Y'E humble fouls, approach your God 
-*■ With fongs of facred praife, 
For he is good, immenfely good, 
And kind are all his ways. 

All nature owns his guardian care, 

In him wc live and move ; 
But nobler benefits declare 

The' wonders of his love. 

3 He gave his fon, his only fon, 

To ranfom rebel worms ; 
'Tis here he makes his goodnefs known 
In its diviner forms. 

4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, 

'Tis here ©ur hope relies ; 
A fafe defence, a peaceful home, 
When ftorms of trouble rife. 

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, 

The fouls who truft in thee ; 
Their humble hope thou wilt reward, 
With blifs divinely free. 

6 Great Go d, to thy Almighty love, 

What honors fnall we raife? 
Not all the raptur'd fongs above,. 
Can render equal praife. 
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XIII. L,$. 
TheLovmg'klndnefi of the Lord, Ifa. lxiii. 7. 

1 A WAKE, n ill, in joyful lays, 
**■*■ And fing thy great Redeemer's praife j 
He juitly claims a long from me, 

His loving-kindnefs O how free !• 

2 He faw me ruin'd in the fall, 
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all ; 
He fav'd me from my loft eftate, 
His loving-kindnefs O how great ! 

3 Tho' numerous hofts of mighty foes, 
Tho' earth and hell my way oppofe, 
He fafely leads my foul along, 

His loving-kindnefs O how itrong ! 

4 When trouble like a gloomy cloud, 
Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud, 
He near my foul has always flood, 

His loving-kindnefs O how good ! 

5 Often I feel my finful heart, 
Prone from my J ejus to depart ; 
But tho' I have him oft forgot, 
His loving-kindnefs changes not. 

6 Soon fliall I pafs the gloomy vale, 
Soon all my mortal powers rauft fail ; 
O ! may my laft expiring breath 
His loving-kindnefs ling in death ! 

7 Then let me mount and foar away 
To the bright world of cndlefs day, 
And fing with rapture and furprife 
His loving-kindnefs in -fehe fkies. 


XIV. C. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 
The Grace of God ; or, Divine Condefc&tfitm, 

1 TTTHEN the eternal bows the ikies, 

* ' To vifit earthly things, 
With fcorn divine he turns his eyes 
From tow'rs of haughty kings : 

2 He bids his awful chariot roll 

Far downward from the fides, 
. To vifit ev'ry humble foul, 
With pler.fure in his eyes. 

3 Why mould the Lord that reigns above 

Difdain fo lofty kings? 
Say, Lord> and why fuch locks of love 
Upon fuch worthlefs things ? 

4 Mortals, be dumb ; what creature dares 

Difpute his awful will ? 

Afk no account of his affairs, 

But tremble and be (lilt 

5 Juii like his nature is his grace, 

All fov'reign, and all free ; 
Great God, how fearchlefs are thy ways ! 
How deep thy judgments be! 

XV. Elevens. S . 

The Mercy of God, Pfalm Ixxxix. 1. 

1 HP 1 HY mercy, my God, is the theme of my fong, 

*■ The joy of my heart, andtheboaft of my tongue; 
Thy frtt grace alone, from the firfl to the lair, 
Hath won my affections, and bound my foul fair, 

2 Without thy fweet mercy I could not live here. 
Sin foon would reduce me to utter defpair; 
But thro' thy free goodnefs, my fpirits revive, 
And he that firifc made me, frill kecos me alive. 


3 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, 
Which wonders to feel its own hardnefs depart; 
DifTolv'd by thy goodnefs, I fall to the ground, 
And weep to the praife of the mercy I found. 

4 The door of thy mercy (lands open all day 
To th' poor and the needy, who knock by the way; 
No finner fhall ever be empty fent back, 
Who comes feeking mercy for Jefus's fake. 

5 Thy mercy in Jefus exempts me from hell ; 
Its glories I'll fing, and its wonders I'll tell: 
? Twas J 'ejus my friend, when he hung on the tree, 
Who open'd the channel of mercy for me. 

6 Great father of mercies, thy goodnefs I own 
And the covenant love of thy crucify'd fon ; 
All praife to the Spirit, whofe whifper divine, 
Seals mercy and pardon and righteoufnefs mine. 

XVI. Sevens. 

The Long-fujfer'ing, or, Patience of God. 

i T ORD, and am I yet alive, 
-*- J Not in torments, not in hell ! 
Still doth thy good Spirit ftrive ! 
With the chief of finners dwell ! 
Tell it, unto finners tell, 
I am, I am out of hell! 

2 Yes, I £1: ill lift up mine eyes, 
Will not of thy love defpair ; 
Still in fpite of fin I rife, 

Still I bow to thee in prayer. Tell it, &c. 

3 O the length and breadth of love ! 
jfefus, Saviour, can it be ? 

All thy mercies height I prove, 

All the depth is feen in me, Tell it, &c. 


4. See a bum that burns with fire 

Unconfum'd amid the flame ! 

Turn afide the light t y admire, 

I the living wonder am. Tell it, &c. 

5 See a done that hangs in air ! 

See a fpark in ocean live ! 

Kept alive with death fo near, 

I to God the glory give. 

Ever tell — to Tinners tell, 

I am, I am out of hell. 

XVII. C. M. 

The Hol'insfs of God, Ifaiah viii. 13. 

1 TTOLY and reverend is the name 
-*- ■*- Of our eternal King ; 
Thrice holy Lord! the angels cry, 

Thrice holy, let us- fing. 

2 Heaven's brighted lamps with him compared, 

How mean they look, and dim ! 
The faired angels have their fpots, 
When once compar'd with him. 

3 Holy is he in all his works, 

And truth is his delight ; 
But finners and their wicked ways 
Shall perifh from his fight. 

4 The deeped reverence of the mind, 

Pay, O my foul, to God; 
X.ift with thy hands a holy heart 
To his fublime abode. 

5 With facred awe pronounce his name 

Whom words nor thoughts can reach ; 
A broken heart (hall pleafe him more 
Than the bed forms of fpeech. 


6 Thou holy God! preferve my foul 
From all pollution free ; 
The pure in heart are thy delight, 
And they thy face mail fee. 

XVIII. L. M. Beddome. 

The Jujlice. and Goodnefs of God, 

1 f~^ RE AT God y my maker, and my king, 
VX Of thee I'll fpcak, of thee I'll fmg ; 
All thou haft done, and all thou doft 
Declare thee good, proclaim thee juft : 

2 Thy ancient thoughts, and firm decrees, 
Thy tbreat'nings and thy promifes, 
The joys of heaven, the pains of hell, 
What angels tafte, what devils feel. 

3 Thy terrors, and thine acts of grace, 
Thy threat'ning rod, and fmiling face, 
Thy wounding, and thy healing word, 
A world undone, a world reftor'd : 

4. While thefe excite my fear and joy; 
While thefe my tuneful lips employ; 
Accept, O Lord, the humble fong, 
The tribute of a trembling tongue. 

XIX, L. M. N 

The truth and Falihfulnefs of Gov, Num. xxiii. 19. 

1 "V"E humble faints, proclaim abroad 

-*■ The honours of a faithful God, 
How juft and true are all his ways, 
now much above your higheft praife ! 

2 The words hisfacred lips declare 
Of his own mind the image bear ; 

What mould him tempt, from frailty frecj 
Bleft in his felf fu'nciency ? 


| He will not his great Felf deny: 
A God all truth can never Jie : 
As well might he his being quit 
As break his oath, or word forget. 

4. Let frighten'd rivers change their courfe, 
Or backward haften to their fource ; 
Swift thro' the air let rocks be hurl'd 
And mountains like the chaff be whirl'd; 

c, Let fun and (tars forget to rife, 
Or quit their Nations in the ikies ; 
Let heaven and earth both pafs away, 
Eternal truth mall ne'er decay. 

6 True to his word, God gave his Son, 
To die for crimes which men had done; 
Bleft pledge ! he never will revoke 
A (ingle promife he has fpoke. 

XX. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poem*. 

God Supreme and S'lf-fitfficient. 

1 VJTTHAT is our God, or what his name, 

^ * Nor men can learn, nor angels teach; 
He dwells conccai'd in radiant flame, 
Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach. 

2 The fpacious worlds of heav'nly light, 
Compar'd with him, how fhort they fall ! 
They are too dark, and he too bright, 
Nothing are they, and God is all. 

3 He fpoke the wondrous word, and lo, 
Creation rofe at his command : 
Whirlwinds and feas their limits know, 
Bound in tke hollow of his hand. 


4 There refts the earth, there roll the fpheres, 
There nature leans, and feels her piop : 
But his own felf-fufficience bears 

The weight of his own glories up. 

5 The tide of creatures ebbs and flows, 
Meafuring their changes by the moon : 
No ebb his fea of glory knows ; 

His age is one eternal noon. 

6 Then fly, my fong, an endlefs round, 
The lofty tune let Gabriel raife ; 
All nature dwell upon the found, 
But we can ne'er fulfil the praife. 

XXI. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Mercy and Truth met together; or, the Harmony of 
the divine Perfeclions, Pfalm lxxxv. 10. 

i TTTHEN firfr. the God of boundlefs grace 
* * Difclos'd his kind defign, 
To refcue our apoflate race 
From mis'ry, fhame and (in ; 

2 Quick, through the realms of light and blifs, 

The joyful tidings ran ; 
Each heart exulted at the news, 
That God would dwell with man. 

3 Yet 'midfl: their joys they paus'd awhile, 

And aik'd with itrange furprife, 
" But how can injur'd juftice fmile, 
" Or look with pitying eyes ? 

4 [" Will the Almighty deign again 

" To vifit yonder world ; 
" And hither bring rebellious men, 
** Whence rebels once were hurl'd? 


5 " Their tears, and groans, and deep dillrefs 
" Aloud for mercy call ; 
" But ah I mull truth and righteoufnefs 
" To mercy victims fall ?" 

C So fpake the friends of God and man, 
Delighted, yet furpris'd ; 
Eager to know the v/ond'rous plan, 
That wifdom had devis'd.] 

7 The Son of God attentive heard, 

And quickly thus reply'd, 
M In me let mercy be rever'd, 
M And juftice fatisfy'd. 

8 M Behold ! my vital blood I pour, 

" A facrifice to God; 
" Let angry juftice now no more 
" Demand the fmner's blood." 

9 He fpake, and heaven's high arches rung, 

With fhouts of loud applaufe ; 
" He dy'd," the friendly angels fung, 
Nor ceafe their rapturous joys. 

XXII. C. M. Dr. Watts's Sermons. 

The Doctrine of the Trimly , and the Ufe of it,. 
Eph. ii. 18. 

3 T^ATHER of glory, to thy name 
-*- Immortal praife we give, 
Who doft an act of grace proclaim, 
And bid us rebels live. 

2 Immortal honour to the Son, 

Who makes thine anger ceafe ; 
Our lives he ranfom'd with his own, 
And dy'd to make our peace. 
D Z 


3 To thy almighty Spirit be 

Immortal glory given, 
Whofe influence brings us near to thee, 
And trains us up for heaven. 

4 Let men, with their united voice, 

Adore th* eternal God> 
And fpread his honours and their joys, 
Through nations far abroad. 

5 Let faith, and love, and duty join, 

One general fong to raife ; 
Let faints in earth and heav'n combine, 
In harmony and praife. 

XXIII. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 

The Incomprehen/ibility of God. 
•1 Z^ 1 OD is a name my foul adores, 


Nature and grace, with all their powers, 
Confefs the Infinite unknown. 

2 From thy great felf thy being fprings ; 
Thou art thy own original, 

Made up of uncreated things, 
And felf-iufHcience bears them all. 

3 Thy voice produc'd the feas and fpheres, 
Bid the waves roar and planets mine ; 
But nothing like thy felf appears, 
Through all thcfe fpacious works of thine. 

4 Still reftlefs nature dies and grows ; 

From change to change their creatures run ;. 
Thy being no fucceffion knows, 
And all thy vaft de%ns are one, 


5 Thrones and dominions round thee fall, 
And won;..- n fubmiffive forms'^ 
Thy pre! . nee . '^es this lower ball* 
This little dwelling-place of worms. 

6 How (hall affrighted mortals dare 
To fing thy glory or thy gr J, 
Beneath thy feet we lie fo far, 
And fee but (liadows of thy face ? 

7 Who can behold the blazing light? 
Who can approach confuming flame ? 
None but thy wifdom knows thy might, 
None but thy word can fpeak thy name. 

XXIV. L. M. N— . 

The Moral Perfections of Deity imitate J, 
Matt. v. 48. 

1 f» RE AT author of th' immortal mind ! 
^-* For nobleft thoughts and views defign'd :. 
Make me ambitious to exprefs 

The image of thy holinefs. 

2 While I thy boundlefs love admire, 
Grant me to catch the facred lire ; 
Thus fhall my heavenly birth be known, 
And for thy child thou wilt me own. 

3 Father, I fee thy fun arife 

To cheer thy friends and enemies ; 

And when thy rain from heaven defcends, 

Thy bounty both alike befriends. 

4 Enlarge my foul with love like thine ; 
My moral powers by grace refine ; 

So (hall I feel another's woe, 
And cheerful feed an hungry foe. 


5 I hope for pardon thro' thy Son, 

For all the crinlfes which I have doner 
O, may the grace that pardons me 
Conftrain me to forgive like thee ! 

XXV. L. M. Merrick's Psalms, 

The divine Perfections celclrated t 
Pfalm lxxxix. cxlv. 

1 "]\/f"Y grateful tongue, immortal king, 
**■*-*■ Thy mercy mall for ever Gng ; 
My verfe to time's remoteft day, 
Thy truth in facred notes difplay. 

2 O fay, what ftrength fhall vie with thine I 
What name among the feats divine, 

Of equal excellence poffefs'd, 

Thy Sov'reignty, great God, conteft ? 

3 Thee, Lord, heaven's hofl their leader own ;: 
Thee, might unbounded, thee alone 

With endlefs majefiy has crown'd, 
And faith, unfully'd, veils thee round. 

4 The heaven above and earth below, 
Thee, Lord, their great poiTelTor know ; 
By thee this orb to being rofe, 

And all that nature's bounds inclofe. 

5 From thee amid the aerial fpace 
The north and fouth allume their place ; 
J Tis thine the ocean's rage to guide, 
And calm at will its fwelling tide. 

6 O, blefs'd the tribes, whofe willing ear 
Awakes the feflal fhout to hear ; 
Who thankful fee, where'er they tread, 
Thy favoring beams around them fpreacL- 


7 How ftiall they joy from day to day, 
Thy boundlefs mercy to difplav, 
Thy rightcoufnefs, indulgent. Lord, 
With holy confidence record ! 

8 O wife in all thy works! thy name 
Let man's whole race aloud proclaim, 
And, grateful, thro' the length of days, 
In ceafelefs fongs repeat thy praife. 

XXVI. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 

God exalted above all Praife. 

I "INTERNAL power ! whofe high abode 
-■^ Becomes the grandeur of a God; 
Infinite length, beyond the bounds 
Where ftars revolve their little rounds. 

z The lowed ftep above thy feat 
Rifes too high for Gabriel's feet ; 
In vain the tall arch angel tries 
To reach the height with wcnd'ring eyes. 

3 Lord, what (hall earth and afhes do ? 
We would adore our Maker too ; 
From fin and dull to thee we cry, 

The Great, the Holy, and the High. 

4 Earth from afar, has heard thy fame, 
And worms have iearn'd to lifp thy name ; 
But C, the glories of thy mind 

Leave all our foaring thoughts behind. 

5 God is in heaven, but man below; 

Be fnort our tunes ; our words be few: 
A facred reverence checks our fongs, 
And praife firs filent on our tongues* 



XXVII. L. M. Needham. 

A Summary View of the Creation, Gen. i. 

I T OOK up, ye faints, direft your eyes 
" To him who dwells above the fkies ; 
With your glad notes his praife rehearfe 
Who form'd the mighty univerfe. 

l He fpoke, and from the womb of night 
At once fprang up the cheering light ; 
Him difcord heard, and at his nod 
Beauty awoke, and fpoke the God. 

3 The word he gave, th' obedient fun 
Began his glorious race to run : 
Nor filver moon, nor (tars delay 
To glide along th' setherial way. 

4 Teeming with life, air, earth and fea 
Obey th* Almighty's high decree ; 
To every tribe he gives their food, 
Then fpeaks the whole divinely good. 

5 But to complete the wond'rous plan, 
From earth, and dud, he fafhions man ; 
In man the lad, in him the bed, 

The Maker's image (lands confefl. 

<6 Lord, while thy glorious works 1 view, 
Form thou my heart and foul anew ; 
Here bid thy pared light to fliine, 
And beauty glow with charms divine. 

PR0VIDINC2. 2 8 

XXVIIL C. M. Elacklocx. 

The Creation of Man; or, God the Searcher of the, 
Heart, Pialm cxxxix. 

t T ORD, thy pervading knowledge (hikes 
*■"* Through nature's inmoft gloora : 
And in thy circling arms I lay 
A Ilumberer in the womb. 

Thee will I honour, for I (land 

A volume of thy fkill, 
Stupendous are thy works, and they 

My contemplations fill. 

Thine eye beheld me when the fpeck 

Of entity began ; 
And o'er my form, in darknefs fram'd, 

Thy rich embroid'ry ran. 

Th' unfamion'd mafs by thee was feen ; 

My flructure in thy book 
Was plann'd, before thy curious mould 

The future embryo took. 

How precious are the {Ireaming joys 

That from thy love defcend ! 
Would I rehearfe their numbers o'er, 

Where would their numbers end ? 

Not ocean's coumJefs fands exceed 

The bleflings of the Hues ; 
With night's defcending fhades they fall, 

With morning fplendors rife. 

" Thy awful gloiies round me fhine, 

° My flefh proclaims thy praife : 
<; Lord, to thy works of nature join 

u Thy miracles of grace." 

29? 3 0, CREATION AND 

XXIX. CM. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 

A Song to creating Wijdom. 

x pTERNAL Wifdom, thee we praife, 
•*- J Thee the creation lings : 
With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and Teas, 
And heaven's high palace rings. 

2 Thy hand how wide it fpread the fky ! 

Ho v glorious to behold 1 
Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye, 
And ftarr'd with fparkling gold. 

3 Thy glories blaze all nature round, 

And ftrike the gazing fight, 
Thro' fides and feas, and folid ground* 
With terror and delight. 

4 Infinite (frength, and equal ikill 

Shine thro' the worlds abroad ; 
Our fouls with vaft amazement fill, 
And fpeak the builder God. 

5 But (till the wonders of thy grace 

Our fofter paiDons move ; 
Pity divine in Jeffs' face 
We fee, adore and love. 

XXX. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
GodV Goodnefs to the Children of Men, Pfalm cvii. 3 1. 

1 "^V^E fons of men, with joy record 

-*- The various wonders of the Lord ; 
And Jet his power and goodr.efs found 
Thro' all your tribes the earth around. 

2 Let the high heavens your fangs invite, 
Thofe fpp.cious fields cf brilliant light ; 
Where fun, and moor., and planets roll, 
And ftars, that glow from pole to pole. 


! 3 Sing, earth, in verdant robes array'd, 

Its herbs and flowers, its fruits and fhade ; 

Peopled with life of various forms, 

Of fii'h, and fowl, and beads, and worms. 

4 View the bread fea's majefric plains, 
And think how wide its Maker reigns; 
That band remoteit nations joins, 
And on each wave his goodnefs mines. 

5 But O ! that brighter world above, 
Where lives and reigns incarnate love 
God's only fon, in fle(h array'd, 

For man a bleeding victim made. 

6 Thither, my foul, with rapture foar 
There in the land of praife adore ; 
The theme demands an angel's lay, 
Demands an everlafting day. 

XXXI. L. M. 

Providence; or, God wprilng all Things after the 
Council of his own IVill. 

1 r ~pHY ways, O Lord, with wife defigft, 

•*- Are fram'd upon thy throne above, 
And every dark or bending line, 
Meets in the centre of thy love. 

2 With feeble light, and half obfeure, 
Poor mortals thy arrangements view, 
Not knowing that the leaft are fure, 
And the myfterious juft and true. 

I Thy flock, thy own peculiar care, 
Tho' now. they feem to roam uney'd, 
Are led or driven only where 
They beft, and fafeft may abide. 
E 2 


4 They neither know, nor trace the Wftjf, 
But trailing to thy piercing eye ; 
None of their feet to ruin ftray, 

Nor (hall the weakeft fail or die. 

5 My favor'd foul (hall meekly learn. 
To lay her reafon at thy throne ; 
Too weak thy fecrets to difcern, 
I'll trufl thee for my guide alone. 

XXXII. C. M. Steele, 

Creation and Providence. 

S T ORD, when our rapturd thought furveyt 
■J- 4 Creation's beauties o'er, 
All nature joins to teach thy praife, 
And bid our fouls adore. 

Z Where'er we turn our gazing eyes-, 
Thy radiant footfteps fhine ; 
Ten thoufand pleafing wonders rife 
And fpeak their fource divine. 

3 The living tribes of countlefs forms, 

In earth, and fea, and air ; 
The meanefl flies, the fmalleft worms 
Almighty power declare. 

4 Thy wifdorn, power and goodnefs, Lord; 

In all thy works appear: 
And, O ! let man thy praife record, 
Man, thy diftinguifh'd care ! 

5 From thee the breath of life he drew; 

That breath thy power maintains ; 
Thy tender mercy, ever new, 
His brittle frame fuftains. 


6 Yet nobler fcvors claim his praife, 
Of reafon's light poiTefs'd ; 
By revelation's brighteft rays, 
'Still more divinely blefs'd. 

*j Thy providence, his conftant guard, 
When threat'ning woes impend : 
Or will th' impending dangers ward, 
Or timely fuccors lend. 

S On us that providence has (hone 
With gentle fmiling rays ; 
O, may our lips and lives make known 
Thy goodnefs and thy praife 1 


Providence equitable and kind, Pfalm cvif* 

1 r T 1 HRO' all the various fnifting fcene, 

•*-■ Of life's miftaken ill or good, 
Thy hand, O God, conducts unfecri 
The beautiful viciffitude. 

2 Thou giveft with paternal care, 
Howe'er unjuftly we complain, 
To each their neceiTary (hare 

Of joy and fcrrow, health and pain. 

.3 Trufr. we to youth, or friends, or power, 
Fix we on this terreflrial ball ? 
When mod: fecure, the coming hour, 
If thou fee fit ? may blafr. them all. 

4 When lowefl funk with grief and lhame, 
Fili'd with afrlielion's b tter cup, 
Lo'l to relations, friends and fame, 
Thy powerful hand can raife us up. 


5 Thy powerful confolations cheer, 

Thy (miles fupprefs the deeb fetched flgh, 
Thy hand can dry th<j frickwng tear 
That fecret wets the widow's eye. 

6 All things on earth, and all in heaven 
On thy eternal will depend ; 

And all for greater good were given, 
And all mall in thy glory end. 

7 This be my care ; to all befide 
Indifferent let my wifhes be ; 

" Paffiofl be calm ; and dumb be pride, 
" And nVd, O God, my foul on thee/' 

XXXIV. C. M. Cowper. 

The Myjlenes of Providence; or, Light flowing cut 
of Darhnsfs. 

1 f~^ OD moves in a myfrerious way, 
^ r His wonders to perform ; 

He plants his fooifreps in the fea, 
And rides upon the dorm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines 

Of never-failing {kill, 
He treafures up his bright defigos. 
And works his fov'reign will. 

j Ye fearful faints, frefh courage take, 
The clouds ye fo much dread 
Are big with mercy, and (hall break 
In blefnngs on your head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble fenfe, 
But truit him for his grace; 
Behind a frowning providence, 
He hides a fmiling face. 

PROVIDENCE. 35, 36. 

£ His purpofes will ripen fail, 
Unfolding every hour ; 
The bud may have a bitter tafte, 
But fweet will be the Hewer. 

5 Blind unbelief is fare to err 
And fcan his work in vain ; 
Cod is his own interpreter, 
And he will make it plain. 

XXXV. C. M. Beddome. 
Myjlerles to be explained hereafter, John xiii. 7. 

1 /^ RE AT God of providence ! thy ways 
^-^ Are hid from mortal fight ; 
Wrapt in impenetrable fhades, 

Or cloth'd with dazzling light. 

2 The won'drous methods of thy grace 

Evade the human eye ; 
The nearer we attempt t' approach, 
The farther off they fly. 

3 But in the wot Id of blifs above, 

Where thou dod ever reign, 
Thefe mylVries (hall be all unveil'd, 
And not a doubt remain. ■ 

4 The Sun of Righteoufnefs mail there 

His brigkteft beams difplay, 
And not a hovering cloud obfeure 
That never-ending day. 

XXXVI. C. M. Addison. 

The Traveller's Pfalm. 

I TTOW are thy fen-ants blefs'd, O Lord, 
•"■•*■ How fure is their deferifce ! 
Eternal Wifdom is their guide, 
Their help Omnipotence. 


2 In foreign realms and lands remote, 

Supported by thy care, 
Through burrii : i &es they pafs unhurt, 
And breathe in tainted air. 

3 When by the dreadful temped borne, 

High on the broken wave, 
They know thou art not* flow to hear, 
Nor impotent to fave. 

5 The ftorm is laid, the winds retire, 

Obedient to thy will : 
The fea, that roars at thy command, 
At thy command is flill. 

£ In 'midfc of dangers, fears and deaths, 
Thy goodnefs we'll adore ; 
We'll praife thee for thy mercies paft,. 
And humbly hope for more. 

6 Our life, while thou preferv'fr. that life,. 

Thy facrifice fhali be ; 
And death, when death fhall be our loty 
Shall join our fouls to thee. 

XXXVII. C. M. Steele. 

Praife for the BleJJtngs of Providence and Grace. 
Pfalm cxxxix. 

f A LM1GHTY Father, gracious Lord, 
■*■ ^~ Kind guardian of my days, 
Thy mercies let my heart record 
In fongs of grateful praife. 

2 In life's firft dawn, my tender frame 
Was thy indulgent care, 
Long ere I could pronounce thy name, 
Or breathe the infant prayer. 

providence. 37 # 

3 [Around my path what dingers rofe ! 

What fnares fpread all my road! 
No power could guaid me from my foes, 
But my Preferver, God. 

4 How many blcflings round me (hone, 

Where'er I turn'd my eye ! 
How many pad almoft unknown 
Or unregarded, by! J 

5 Each rolling year new favors brought 

From thy exhaultlefs {lore ; 
But ah ! in vain my laboring thought 
Would count thy mercies o'er. 

6 While fweet reflection, thro' my days 

Thy bounteous hand would trace ; 
Still dearer bleflings claim thy praife, 
The bleflings of thy grace. 

7 Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord, 

For favors more divine; 
That I have known thy facred word, 
Where all thy glories fhine. 

8 Lord, when this mortal frame decays; 

And every weaknefs dies, 
Complete the wonders of thy grace, 
And raife me to the flues. 

9 Then (hall my joyful powers unite, 

In more exalted lays, 
And join the happy fons of light 
In everlaftir.g praife. 

38, 39* THE FALL * 

XXXVIII. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 
Original Sin, or, The Jirjl and fecond Adam, 

1 A DAM our father and our head, 

■£ *■ Tranfgrefs'd and juftice doom'd us dead : 
The fiery law fpeaks all defpair, 
There's no reprieve nor pardon there. 

2 Call a bright council in the fides ; 
Seraphs, the mighty and the wife, 
Speak ; are you ftrong to bear the load, 
The weighty vengeance of a God? 

3 In vain we a(k ; for all around 

Stand filent thro' the heavenly ground ; 
There's not a glorious mind above 
Has half the firength or half the love. 

4 ButO! unmeafurable grace ! ; 

Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place ; 
Down to our world the Saviour flies, 
Stretches his arms and bleeds and dies. 

5 Amazing work ! look down, ye fides, 
Wonder and gaze with all your eyes ; 
Ye faints below and faints above, 
All bow to this myfterious love. 

XXXIX. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Indwelling Sin lamented. 

1 TITITH tears of anguifh I lament, 
* * Here at thy feet, my God, 
My paffion, pride, and difcontent, 
And vile ingratitude. 

THE FALL. 40, 

2 Sure there was ne'er a heart fo bafe 

So falfe as mine has been ; 
So faithlcfs to its promifes, 
So prone to every iin ! 

3 My reafon tells me thy commands 

Are holy, juit, and true ; 
Tells me whate'er my God demands 
Is his mod righteous due. 

4 Reafon I hear, her councils weigh, 

And all her v/ords approve : 
But (till I find it hard t* obey, 
And harder yet to love. 

5 How long, dear Saviour, (hall I feel 

Thefe druggies in my bread: ? 
When wilt thou bow my dubborn will, 
And give my confcience reft ? 

6 Break, fov'reign grace, O break the charm, 

And fet the captive free : 
Reveal, Almighty God, thine arm. 
And hade to refcue me. 

XL. S. M. 
The Evil Heart, Jer. xvii. 9. Matt. xv. 1 9. 

1 A STONISH'D and didrefs'd 
■*■■*■ I turn mine eyes within ; 

My heart with loads of guilt oppreft, 
The feat of every (in. 

2 What crowds of evil thoughts, 
What vile affections there ! 

Didruft, prefumption, artful guile, 
Pride, envy, flavifh fear. 
F 2 

4 1 * THE FALL* 

3 Almighty King of faints, 
Thefe tyrant lulls fubdue ; 

Expel the darknefs of my mind, 
And all my powers renew. 

4 This done, my cheerful voice 
Shall loud hofannas raife ; 

My foul fhall glow with gratitude, 
My lips proclaim thy praife. 

XLI. L. M. Cruttenden. 

Sin and Holinefs. 

1 TT7HAT jarring natures dwell within, 

* * Imperfect grace, remaining fin ! 
Nor this can reign, nor that prevail, 
Tho' each by turns my heart afTail. 

2 Now I complain, and groan, and die, 
Now raife my fongs of triumph high, 
Sing a rebellious pafiion (lain, 

Or mourn to feel it Jive again. 

3 One happy hour beholds me rife, 
Borne upwards to my native Ikies, 
While faith affifts my foaring flight 
To realms of joy, and worlds of light. 

4 Scarce a few hours or minutes roll, 
Ere earth reclaims my captive foul ; 
I feel its fympathetic force, 

And headlong urge my downward courfe. 

5 How mort the joys thy vifits give ; 
How long thine abfence, Lord, I grieve ! 
What clouds obfcure my rifing fun, 

Qv intercept its rays at noon ! 

THE FALL. 42< 

6 [Again the Spirit lifts his fword, 
And power divine attends the word ; 
I feel the aid its comforts yield, 
And vanquifn'd paflions quit the field.] 

y Great God, aflift me thro' the fight, 
Make me triumphant in thy might ; 
Thou the dcfponding heart can ft raife, 
The victory mine, and thine the praife. 

XLII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

The Effcds of the Fall lamented, Pfalm cxix. 
136, 158. 

1 A RISE, my tendered thoughts, arife ; 
d- *- To torrents melt my dreaming Eyes ; 
And thou, my heart, with anguifh feel 
Thofe evils which thou cand not heal. 

2 See human nature funk in (hame ; 
See fcandals pour'd on Jtfus' name ; 
The Father wounded thro' the Son ; 
The world abus'd ; the foul undone. 

3 See the fhort courfe of vain delight 
Clofing in everlafting night ; — 

In flames that no abatement know, 
Tho' briny tears for ever flow. 

4 My God, I feel the mournful fcene ; 
My bowels yearn o'er dying men ; 
And fain my pity would reclaim, 

And fnatch the firebrands from the flame, 

6 But feeble my companion proves, 

And can but weep where mod: it loves; 
Thy own all-faving arm employ, 
And turn thefe drops of grief to joy. 

43> 44- scripture; 




The infpircd Word a Syjlem of Knowledge and Joy. 
Pfalm cxix. 105. 

1 "O"0W precious is the Book divine, 
"*■-*■ By infpiration given ! 

Bright as a lamp its doctrines fhine 
To guide our fouls to heaven. 

2 It fweetly cheers our drooping hearts 

In this dark vale of tears ; 
Life, light, and joy, it Hill imparts, 
And quells our riling fears. 

3 This lamp thro' all the tedious night 

Of life (hall guide our way, 
Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal day. 

XLIV. Beddome. 
The Ufefulnefs of the Scriptures. 

1 TT7HEN Ifrael thro' the defert pafs'd, 

* * A fiery pillar went before, 
To guide them thro' the dreary wade, 
And lefTen the fatigues they bore. 

2 Such is thy glorious word, O God, 
'Tis for our light and guidance given ; 
It fheds a luftre all abroad, 

And points the path to blifs and heaven. 

3 It fills the foul with fweet delight, 
And quickens its inactive powers, 

It fets our wandering footlleps right, 
Difplays thy love, and kindles ours* 


Its promifes rejoice our hearts, 
. Irines are divinely true ; 
Knowledge and pleafure it imparts, 
It comforts, and inftructs us too. 

Ye favor'd lands, who have this word, 
Ye fair;s, who feel its faving power, 
Unite your tongues to praife the Lord, 
And his diltinguiihed grace adore. 

XLV. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

The Riches of God's Word. 

1 ][" ET avarice from fhore to more 
■*- i Her fav'rite god purfue ; 

Thy word, O Lord, we value more 
Than India or Peru. 

2 Here mines of knowledge, love and joy 

Are open'd to our fight : 

The purefl gold without alloy, 

And gems divinely bright. 

3 The counfels of redeeming grace 

Thefe facred leaves unfold : 
And here the Saviour's lovely face 
Our raptur'd eyes behold. 

6 Here light defcending from above 
Dire&s our doubtful feet : 
Here promifes of heavenly love 
Our ardent meet. 

5 Our nnm'rous griefs are here redreft, 
And all our wants fupplied : 
Nought we can afk to make us bleft, 
Is in this Book denied. 


6 For thefe inedimable gains 
That fo enrich the mind, 
O may we fearch with eager pains, 
AfTur'd that we mail find ! 

XLVI. C. M. Steele. 

The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Holy Scriptures* 

i TpATHER of mercies, in thy word 
■*- What endlefs glory mines ! 
For ever be thy name ador'd 
For thefe celeftial lines. 

2 Here, may the wretched fons of want 

Exhaudlefs riches find ; 
Riches, above what earth can grant, 
And laiHng as the mind. 

3 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grow* 

And yields a free repad, 
Sublimer fweets than nature knows 
Invite the longing tafte. 

4. Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice 
Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
And life, and everlafting joys 
Attend the blifsful found. 

5 O may thefe heavenly pages be 

My ever dear delight ; 
And dill new beauties may I fee, 
And (till increafing light ! 

6 Divine indruclor, gracious Lord, 

Be thou for ever near, 
Teach me to love thy facred xord, 
And view my Saviour there. 

THE LAW. 47, 48. 


XLVII. CM. Dr. Gibbons. 

Our Duty to God, Exod. xx. 3 — it* 

l T^HAT God, who made the worlds on hig&, 
•*■ And air, and earth, and fea, 
Own as thy God, and to his name 
In homage bow the knee. 
a Let not a fhape which hands have wrought 
Of wood, or clay, or (lone, 
Be deem'd thy God, nor think him like 
Aught thou haft feen or known. 
3 Take not in vain the name of God; 
Nor muft thou ever dare, 
To make thy falfhood pafs for truth, 
By his dread name to fwear. 
4. That day on which he bids thee refi: 
From toil, to pray and praife, 
That day, keep holy to the Lord, 
And confecrate its rays. 
5 O may that God, who gave thefe Laws, 
Write them on every heart, 
That all may feel their living power, 
Nor from his paths depart ! 

XLVIII. C. M. Dr. Gibbons. 

Our Duty to our Neighbour. 

1 ' I 'HY fire, and her who brought thee forth, 

■*■ With all thy mind and might, 
Fear, love and ferve ; fo mall thy days 
Be numerous, calm, and bright. 

2 The blood of man thou fhalt not flied 

Its voice will pierce the fky, 
And *hou by the juft laws of heaven 
For the dire crime (halt die. 


3 To thine own couch thou fhah not take 

A wife but her thine own : 
Vaft is the guilt, and on thine head 
Heaven darts its vengeance down. 

4 Thou malt not, or from friend or foe, 

Take aught by force or ftealth ; 
Thy goods, thy flores rauft grow from right, ' 
Or God will curfe thy wealth. 

5 No man fhalt thou by a falfe charge, 

Or crufh or brand with fhame ; 
Dear as thine own, fo wills thy God, 
Muft be his life and name. 

6 Thy foul one wifh mall not let Ioofe 

For that which is not thine ; 

Live in thy lot, or fmall or great, 

For God has drawn the line. 

Hymn XL VI I. verfe 5, may be added here. 

XLIX. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
The Sinner found iv 'anting , Dan. v. 27. 

t T} AISE, thoughtlefs (inner, raife thine eye; 
-*-^- Behold the balance lifted high ; 
There (hall God's juflice be difplay'd, 
And there thy hope and life be weigh'd. 

2 See, in one fcale his perfect law, 

Mark, with what force its precepts draw ; 

Wouldft thou the awful teft fuflain, 

Thy works how light, thy thoughts how vain ! 

-3 Behold i the hand of God appears 
To trace thefe dreadful characters ; 
" Tehel, thy foul is wanting found, 
" And wrath (hall fmite thee to the ground." 


Let fudden fear thy nerves unbrace ; 
Confufion wild o'erfpread thy face ; 
Thro' all thy thoughts let anguifh roll, 
And deep repentance melt thy foul. 

5 One only hope may yet prevail ; 
Chrijl, in the fcripture turns the fcale j 
Still doth the gofpel publifh peace, 
And fhew a Saviour's righteoufnefs. 

6 Jefus, exert thy power to fave, 
Deep on this heart thy truth engrave ; 
Great God, the load of guilt remove, 
That trembling lips may ling thy love. 

L. L. M. 

The practical Ufe of the Moral Law to the 
convinced Sinner, 

1 TTERE, Lord, my foul convicted (lands 
-*--*■ Of breaking all thy ten commands : 
And on me juftly might'ft thou pour 

Thy wrath in one eternal ihow'r. 

2 But thanks to God- its loud alarms 
Have warn'd me of approaching harms : 
And now, O Lord, my wants I fee, 
Loft and undone, I come to thee. 

3 I fee my fig-leaf righteoufnefs 
Can ne'er thy broken law redrefs: 
Yet in thy gofpel plan I fee 
There's hope of pardon e'en for me. 

4 Here I behold thy wonders, Lord, 
How Chrijl hath to thy law reftor'd 
Thofe honors on th' atoning day, 
Which guilty finners took away. 

G 2 


5*. fiCRIPTUfcK. 

5 Amazing wifdom, power, and love, 
Difplay'd to rebels from above ! 
Do thou, O Lord, my faith increafe 
r ]£o love and truft thy plan of grace. 

LI. C. M. Cowper. , 

Legal Obeditnce followed by Evangeluah 

"VTO ftrength of nature can fuffice 
-^ To ferve the Lord aright ; 
And what (he has, me mifapplies, 
For want of clearer light. 

How long beneath the law I lay 

In bondage and diftrefs ! 
I toil'd the precept to obey, 

But toil'd without fuccefs. 

Then to abdain from outward fid 

Was more than I could do ; 
Now, if I feel its power within, 

I feel I hate it too. 

4 Then all my fervile works were done 

A righteoufnefs to raife ; 
Now, freely chofen in the Son, 
I freely choofe his ways. 

5 What (hall I do, was then the word, 

That I may worthier grow ? 
What fhall I render to the Lord? 
Is my enquiry now. 

6 To fee the law by Chrift fulfill'd, 

And hear his pard'ning voice, 
Changes a flave into a child, 
And duty into choice. 


THE LAW. 52, 5 J, 

LIT. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 
The Laiv and Go/pel ; or, Cbrjft a Refuge. 
f " i^URST be the man, for ever curft, 
^* ** That doth one wilful fin commit; 
" Death and damnation for the fir(r, 
H Without relief and infinite." 

2 Thus Sinai roars ; and round the earth 
Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flings, 
But, Jefus, thy dear gafping breath, 
And Calvary fay gentler things ; 

3 " Pardon, and grace, and boundlefs love,' 
" Streaming along a Saviour's blood, 

" And life, and joys, and croons above, 
" ©trtain'd by a dear bleeding God" 

4 Hark, how he prays, (the charming found 
Dwells on his dying lips) forgive; 
And ev'ry groan and gaping wound 
Cries, " Father, let the rebels live." 

5 Go, you that reft upon the law, 
And toil and feek falvation there, 
Look to the flame that Mofes faw, 
And fhrink, and tremble, and defpair j 

6 But I'll retire beneath the Crofs, 
Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie ; 

And the keen fword that jultice draws, 
Flaming and red, (hall pafs me by. 

LIII. 148th M. Cowper. 
The Ceremonial Law; Heb. iv. 2j 
1 TSRAEL in ancient days, 
A Not only had a view 
Of Sinai in a blaze, 
But learn'd the gofpel too ; 
The types and figures were a glafs, 
In v/hich they faw the Saviour's face. 


2 The pafchal facrifice, 

And blood-befprinkled door, 
Seen with enlighted eyes, 
And once apply'd with power, 

Would teach the need of other blood, 

To reconcile an angry God. 

3 The lamb, the dove, fet forth 
His perfect innocence, 

Whofe blood of matchlefs worth 
Should be the foul's defence ; 
For he who can for fin atone, 
Muft have no failings of his own. 

4 The fcapegoat on his head 
The people's trelpafs bore, 
And, to the defen led, 
Was to be feen no more ; 

In him our furety feem'd to fav, 
" Behold I bear your fins away." 

5 Dipt in his fellow's blood, 
The living bird went free ; 
The type well underltood, 
Exprefs'd the (inner's plea ; 

Befcrib'd a guilty foul enlarg'd, 
And by a Saviour's death dilcharg'd. 

6 ,7V //X » ■"■ ^ ove t0 trace 
Throughout the facred page, 
The footdeps of thy grace, 
The fame in ev'ry age ! 

O grant that I may faithful be 
To clearer light vouchfaf 'd to me. 

THE GOSPEL. 54, $$, 

LTV. L. M. Beddome. 
The Go/pel of Christ. 
x /^ OD, in the gofpel of his Son, 
^-^ Makes his eternal councils known ; 
'Tis here his richefr. mercy mines, 
And truth is drawn in faireft lines. 

2 Here finners of an humble frame 

May talle his grace, and learn his name ; 
'Tis writ in characters of blood 
Severely juft, immenfely good. 

3 Here jfefus, in ten thoufand ways, 
His foul attracting charms difplays, 
Recounts his poverty and pains, 
And tells his love in melting drains. 

4 Wifdom its dictates here imparts, 

To form our minds, to cheer our hearts ; 
Its influence makes the (inner live, 
It bids the drooping faint revive. 

5 Our raging palTions it controls, 
And comfort yields to contrite fouls ; 
It brings a better world in view, 
And guides us all our journey thro'. 

6 May this bleft volume ever lie 
Clofe to my heart, and near my eye, 
'Till "life's lafl hour my foul engage, 
And be my chofen heritage ! 

LV. CM. Dr. Gibbons. 
The Gofpel worthy of all Acceptation ; I Tim. i. 1 5. 
1 JESUS, th' eternal Son of God, 
** Whom feraphim obey, 
The bofom of the Father leaves, 
And enters human clay. 


2 Into our finful world he comes 

The meffenger of grace. 
And on the bloody tree expires, 
A victim in our place. 

3 Tranfgrefibrs of the deepefl ftain 

In him falvation find : 
His blood removes the fouled guilty 
His Spirit heals the mind. 

4 Our Jefus faves from fin and hell, 

His words are true and fure, 
And on this Rock our faith may reft 
Immoveably fecure. 

j O let thefe tidings be receiv'd 
With univerfal joy, 
And let the high angelic praife 
Our tuneful powers employ ! 

6 " Glory to God who gave his Son 
" To bear our fhame and pain ; 
*' Hence peace on earth, and grace to men, 
" In endlefs bleflings reign." 


The Go/pel a Feaft, Ifaiah xxt. 6. 

i (\$ Sion, his mod holy mount, 
^-^ God will a feaft; prepare, 
And I/rad's fons, and Gentile lands 
Shall in the banquet fhare. 

t Marrow and fatnefs are the food 
His bounteous hand beftows : 
Wine on the lees, and well renV(J> 
In rich abundance flows. 


5 Sec to the vileft of the vile 
A free acceptance given ! 
See rebels, by adopting grace 
Sit with the heirs o£ heaven I 

4 The pain'd, the fick, the dying, now 

To eafe and health reitor'd, 
With eager appetites paruke 
The plenties of the board. 

5 But O what draughts of blifs unknown, 

What dainties fhall be given, 
When, with the myriads round the throne, 
We join the feaft of heaven ! 

6 There joys immeafurably high 

Shall overflow the foul, 
And fprings of life, that never dry, 
In thoufand channels roll. 

LVII. As the 148th. Altered by Toflady, 

The Jubilee. 

"PLOW ye the trumpet, blow 

•*~* The gladly folemn found ! 

Let all the nations know 

To earth's remote!!: bound, 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ranfom'd tinners, home. 

Exalt the Lamb of Gcd, 

The fin-atoning Lamb ; 

Redemption by his blood 

Thro* all the lands proclaim : 
The year of jubilee is come; 
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home. 


3 [Yc, who have fold for nought 
The heritage above ; 

Shall have it back unbought, 

The gift of fifus* love : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home. 3 

4 Ye (laves of fin and hell, 
Your liberty receive ; 
And fafe in J fas dwell, 
And bled in Jefus live : 

The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ranfom'd linners, home. 

5 The gofpel trumpet hear, 
The news of pardoning grace : 
Ye happy fouls, draw near, 
"Behold your Saviour's face : 

The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home. 

6 Jfa* our g reat m 'gh prieft 
Kas full atonement made : 
'Ye weary fpirits, red: ; 
Ye mournful fouls be glad ! 

The year of jubilee is come ; I 
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home. 

LVIII. L.M. Gloucefter Time. Dr. Doddridge 
The Gofpel Jubilee , Pfalm lxxxix. 15, 

1 ¥ OUD let the tuneful trumpet found, 
•*-' And fprcad the joyful tidings round ; 
Let ev'ry foul with tranfport hear, 

And hail the Lord's accepted year. 

2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know, 
That you ten thoufand talents owe, 

ten humble at his feel you fall, 
Your gracious Qod forgives them all. 


3 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain 
Or' (in and hell's tyrannic reign, 

To liberty affert your claim, 

And urge the great Redeemer's name. 

4 The rich inheritance of heaven, 

•joy, your boafr., is freely given; 
Fair Salem your arrival waits, 
With golden (beets and peaily gates. 

5 Her blefs'd inhabitants no more, 
Bondage and poverty deplore ; 

No debt, but love immenfely great, 
Their joy £1 111 rifes with the debt. 

€ happy fouls that know the found, 
Celeftial light their (teps furround, 
And (hew the jubihe begun, 
Which thro' eternal years mall run. 

LIX. C M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

The glorious Gofpd of the bkjfcd Cod, I Tim. i. 1 U 

i "\T7HAT v/ifdom, majeity and grace 
VV Thro' ail the gofpel lline! 
'Tis G-'jd that fpeaks, and we confefs 
The doctrine moft divine. 

2 Down from his (tarry throne on high, 

Th* almighty Saviour comes ; 
Lavs his bright robes of glory by, 
And feeble flefh alTumes. 

3 The mighty debt that finners ow'd, 

Upon the crofs he pays ; 
Then thro' the clouds afcends to Gcdj 
Midft fhouts of loftieft praife. 

H 2 


4 There he our great high prieft appears 

Before his Father's throne ; 
Mingles his merits with our tears, 
And pours falvation down. 

5 Great God, with reverence we adore 

Thy juftice and thy grace : 
And on thy faithfulnefs and power 
Our firm depcndance place. 

LX. L. M. Dr. Watts's Sermons. 

The Go/pel is the Power of God to Safoatiotip 
Rom. i. 1 6. 

« TTTHAT maH the dying fmner do, 
* * That feeks relief for all his woe ? 
Where mail the guilty confcience find 
Eafe for the torment of the mind ? 

2 How fhal! we get our crimes forgiv'n* 
Or form our natures fit for heaven ? 
Can fouls, all o'er defil'd with fin, 

Make their own powers and paffions clean I 

3 In vain we fearch, in vain we try, 
Till Jefus brings his gofpel nigh ; 
'Tis there that power and glory dwell 
That fave rebellious fouls from hell. 

4 This is the pillar of our hope, 
That bears our fainting fpirits up ; 
We read the grace, we truft the word, 
And find falvation in the Lord. 

5 Let men or angels dig the mines 
Where nature's golden treafure fhines ; 
Brought near the doctrine of the crofs, 
All nature's gold appears but drofs. 


6 Should vile blafphemers, with difdain, 
Pronounce the truths of J*fus vain, 
We'll meet the fcandal and the fliame, 
And fing and triumph in his name. 

LXI. C. M. Dr. Watts's Sermoks. 

ji Rational Defdtice of the Go/pel. 

1 CHALL athetjls dare infult the crofs 
^ Of our incarnate God? 

Shall infidels revile his truth, 
And trample on his blood ? 

2 What if he choofe myderious ways 

To cleanfe us from our faults ? 
May not the works of fovereign grace 
Tranfcend our feeble thoughts ? 

3 What if his gofpel bids us drive 

With flefli, and felf, and fin ? 
The prize is mod: divinely bright, 
That we are call'd to win. 

4 What if the men, defpis'd on earth, 

Still of his grace partake ? 
This but confirms his truth the more, 
For fo the prophets fpake. 

5 Do fome that own his facred truth, 

Indulge their fouls in fin ? 
None mould reproach the Saviour's name, 
His laws are pure and clean. 

f> Then let our faith be firm and drong, 
Our lips profefs his word ; 
Nor ever fhun thofe holy men, 
Who fear and love the Lord. 




Everlafiing Love and elecling Grace* 

1 TJOW happy are we 
•*--* Our elation who fee. 

And venture, O Lord, for faivation on thee \ 

In Jcfus approv'd, 

Eternally lov'd, 
Upheld by thy power we cannot be mov'd. 

2 'Tis fweet to recline 
On the bofom divine, 

And experience the comforts peculiar to thine : 

While, born from above, 

And upheld by thy love 
With finging and triumph to Zion we move. 

3 Our feeking thy face, 
Was all of thy grace, 

Thy mercy demands and fhall have all the praife* 

No (inner can be 

Beforehand with thee, 
Thy grace is preventing, almighty, and free. 

4. Our Saviour and friend 

His love fhall extend, 
It knew no beginning, and never fhall end. 

Whom once he receives 

His Spirit ne'er leaves, 
Nor ever repents of the grace that he gives. 

5 This proof v/e would give, 

That thee we receive, 
Thou art precious alone to the fouls that believe. 

Be precious to us ! 

All befide is as drofs, 
Compai'd with thy love and the blood of thy crof". 

god's everlasting love. 6j< 


Yet, one tiling we want, 

Mere holinefs grant ! 
For more of thy mind, and thine image we pant ; 

Thine image imprefs 

On thy favorite race, 
O fafhion and polilh thy vefTels of grace. 

Thy workmanAiip we 

More fully would be, 
Lord, ftretch cut thy hand* and conform us to thee; 

While onward we move 

To Canaan above, 
Come, fill us with holinefs, fill us with love. 

Vouchfafe us to know 

More of thee below, 
Thus fit us for heaven, and glory beflow ; 

Our harps Avail be tun'd, 

The Lamb Aiall be crown'd ; 
Salvation to Jtfus thro' heaven fliail refound. 

LXIII. L. M. Beddome. 

The Confequences of 'Election, Rom. via. 33 — 39, 

V^HO (Kail condemn to cndlefs flames 

Y * The chofen people of our God? 
Since in the book of life their names 
Are fairly writ in *$€$*$ biood. 

He, for the fins of all th' elect, 
Hath a complete atonement made ; 
And juflice never can exp 
That the fame debt mould twice be 'xv.<L 


3 Not tribulation, nakednefs, 

The famine, peril, or the fword ; 

Not perfection, or diflrefs, 

Can feparatc from Chriji incL-ord. 

4 Nor life, nor death, nor depth nor height; 
Nor powers below, nor powers above ; 
Not pieient things, nor things to come, 
Can change his purpofes of love. 

5 His fovereign mercy knows no end, 
His faithfulnefs (hall ftill endure : 
And thofe who on his word depend, 
Shall find his word for ever fure. 

LXIV. As the 148th. L. H. C. 

Eternal and unchangeable love, 2 Tim. i. I2v 
Chap. ii. 13. Phil. i. 6. 

| f\ My diftruftful heart, 

^-^ How fmall thy faith appears I 
But greater, Lord, thou art, 
Than all my doubts and fears 1 

Did Jefus once upon me mine I 

Then Jefus is for ever mine. 

je Unchangeable his will, 

Tho' dark may be my frame ; 
His loving heart is Hill 
Eternally the fame : 
My foul thro' many changes goes ; 
His love no variation knows. 

3 Thou, Lord, wilt carry on, 

And perfeclly perform 

The work thou haft begun 

In me a finful worm ; 
Midfi: all my fears, and fin and woe, 
Thy Spirit will not let me go. 


The bowels of thy grace 
1 freely move : 

I ltnl fhall fee thy I ice, 

And feel that God is love! 
Myfelf into thy arms I caft ; 
Lord, fave, O lave my foul at laft. 

LXV. 8. 7. 4. Lewes Tuae. 

The godly Corfi deration of EleEtion in Christ 

SONS we are, thro' God's election, 
Who in Jefus Chrijl believe : 
By eternal deftination, 

Sovereign grace we here receive : 
Lord, thy mercy 
Does both grace and glory give. 

Every fallen foul by finning, 

Merits everlafHng pain ; 
But thy love without beginning, 

Has reflor'd thy fons again : 
Countlefs millions 
Shall in life, through Jefus reign.1 

Paufe, my foul ! adore and wonder ! 

A(k, " O why fach love to me?" 
Grace hath put me in the number 

Of the Saviour's family : 
Hallelujah ! 
Thanks, eternal thanks to tl. : 

Since that }^:q had no beginning, 

And fhall never never ceafe ; 
Keep, O keep me, Lord, from 

Guide me in the way of j 
Make me walk in 
All the paths of holinefs. 


5 When I quit this feeble manfion, 

And my foul returns to thee ; 
Let the power of thy afcenfion 

Manifeil itfelf in me : 
Thro' thy Spirit, 
Give the final victory ! 

6 When the angel founds the trumpet ; 

When my foul and body join ; 
When my Saviour comes to judgment, 

Bright in majefty divine ; 
Let me triumph 
In thy righteoufnefs as mine. 

7 When in that blefs'd habitation, 

Which my God has fore ordain'd ; 
When in glory's full pofTeflion, 

I with faints and angels (land ; 
Free Grace only 
Shall refound thro* Canaan's land. 

LXVI. 6. 8. 4. Leoni Tune; Oliver. 
The Covenant God. 

1 r ~T'HE. God of Abram praife, 

-*■' Who reigns enthron'd above ; 
Ancient of everlafting days, 
And God of love ! 
Jehovah, great I AM ! 
By earth and heaven confeft, 
I bow and blefs the facred name, 
For ever blefs'd. 

2 The God of Abram praife 
At whofe fupreme command, 

From earth I rife and feek the joys 
At liis right hand. 


I'd all on earth forfake, 
Its wifdom, fame and power : 
And him my only portion make, 
My fiiield and tower. 

The God of Abram praife, 
Whofe all-fufficient grace 
Shall guide me all my happy days; 
In all his ways : 
He calls a worm his friend ! 
He calls himfelf my God! 
And he fnall five me to the end* 
Thro' Jefu's blood. 

He by himfelf hath fworn, 
I on his oath depend, 
I (hall, on eagles wings up-borne, 
To heaven afcend : 
I (hall behold his face, 
I fhail his power adore ; 
And flng the wonders of his grace! 

For evermore ! ; 


Tho* nature's ftrength decay, 
And earth and hell withstand : 
To Canaan's bounds I urge my way 
At God's command ; 
The watery deep I pafs, 
With jfefus in my view, 
And thro' the howling wildernefs 
My way purfue. 

The goodly land I fee, 
With peace and plenty bled ; 
The land of facred liberty, 
And endlefs reft. 

I 2 


There milk and honey flow, 
And oil and wine abound ; 
And frees of Kfe for ever grow, 
With mercy crown'd. 

7 There dwells the Lord our king, 
The Lord our righteoufnefs ; 

Triumphant o'er the world and fin, 
The prince of peace. 
On Sion's facred height 
His kingdom ftill maintains ; 
And glorious, with his faints in light, 
For ever reigns. 

8 The ranfom'd nations bow 
Before the Saviour's face, 

Joyful their radiant crowns they throw, 
O'erwhelm'd with grace : 
He mews his fears of love ; 
They kindle to a flame, 
And found through all the worlds above, 
" The (laughter'd Lamb." 

9 The _ whole triumphant holt 
Give thanks to God on high : 

"Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft S" 
They ever cry. 
Hail Abram's God and mine, 
I join the heavenly lays : 
All might and majefty are thine, 
And endlels praife. 

LXVII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
Support in God'; Covenant tinder Trouble, 
2 Sam. xxiii. 5. 
1 A/TY Gody the covenant of thy love 
+■*■*• Abides for ever fure, 
And in its matchlefs grace I feel 
My hanpinefs fecure. 


2 What tho* my houfe be not with thee, 
As nature could defire ? 
To nobler joys than nature gives, 
Thy fervants all afpire. 

•} Since thou, the everlailing God, 
My father art become ; 
Jejus my guardian and my friend, 
And heaven my final home ; > 

4 I welcome all thy fov'reign will, 

For all that will is love : 
And when I know not what thou doft, 
I wait the light above. 

5 Thy covenant the lafl: accent claims 

Of this poor faultering tongue ; 
And that ihall the firft notes employ 
Of my celeiHal fong. 

LXVIII. ii2thScarboro'Tune. Bentley's Col, 
Pleading the Covenant, Pfalrri lxxiv. 2 0. 

i r\ LOUD my God, whofe 
^-s Is (till the fame, nor e't 

-hofe fovereign love 
'er can move ; 
Look to the covenant, and fee, 
Has not thy love been fhown to me? 
Remember me, my dearett friend, 
And love me alway to the end. 

2 Be with me ftill, as heretofore, 

And help me forward more and more; 
My l'trong, my ilubborn will incline 
To be obedient Hill to thine : 
O lead me by thy gracious hand, 
And guide me fafe to Canaan's land, 


LXIX. 7. Bath Abbey Tune, 

Redeeming Love, 

1 "^|"OW begin the heavenly theme* 
-*-^ Sing aloud in Jcfu's name : 
Ye, who his falvation prove, 
Triumph in redeeming love. 

2 Ye, who fee the Father's grace 
Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
As to Canaan on ye move, 
Praife and bkfs redeeming love. 

3 Mourning fouls, dry up your tears, 
Banifh all your guilty fears ; 

See your guilt and curfe remove, 
Cancell'd by redeeming love. 

4 Ye, alas ! who long have been 
Willing ilaves of death and (in, 
Now from blifs no longer rove, 
Stop and tafte redeeming love. 

5 Welcome all, by fin oppreft, 
Welcome to his facred reft ; 
Nothing brought him from above, 
Nothing but redeeming love. 

6 When his Spirit leads us home, 
When we to his glory come, 
We fnall all the fulnefs prove, 
Of our Lord's redeeming love. 

7 He fubdu'd th' infernal powers, 
Thofe tremendous foes of ours, 
From their curfed empire drove J 
Mighty in redeeming love. 


% Hither, then, your mufic bring, 
Strike aloud each cheerful firing, 
Mortals join the hoft above, 
Join to praife redeeming love. 

LXX. L. M. Steele. 

Redemption ly Chrift alone, I Pet. i. 1 8, 19. 

1 T^NSLAV'D by fin and bound in chains, 
" Beneath its dreadful tyrant fway, 
And doom'd to everlafting pains, 

We wretched, guilty captives lay. 

2 Nor gold nor gems could buy our peace ; 
Nor the whole world's collected ftore 
Suffice to purchafe our releafe ; 

A thoufand worlds were all too poor. 

3 jfefus the Lord, the mighty God, 
An all-fufficient ranfom paid : 
Invalued price ! his precious blood 
For vile rebellious traitors (hed. 

4. Jefus the facrifice became 

To refcue guilty fouls from hell ; 
The fpotlefs, bleeding, dying Lamb, 
Beneath avenging juftice fell. 

5 Amazing goodnefs ! love divine ! 
O may our grateful hearts adore 
The matchlefs grace, nor yield to fin, 
Nor wear its cruel fetters more ! 

6 Dear Saviour, let thy love purfue 
The glorious work it has begun, 
Each fecret lurking foe fubdue, 
And let our hearts be thine alone. 


LXXI. 8. 7. 4. Weftbury Tune. F— 
Fimjhed Redemption. 

t TJARK ! the voice of love and mercy 
■*--*■ Sounds aloud from Calvary ! 
See ! it rends the rocks afunder, 

Shakes the earth, and veils the fky ! 
" It is finifh'd!" 
Hear the dying Saviour cry ! 

2 It is finifh'd ! O what pleafure 

Do thefe charming words afford ! 
Heavenly bleflings, without meafure, 

Flow to us from Chr'ifl the Lord. 
It is finifh'd! 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3 Finifh'd, all the types and fhadows 

Of the ceremonial law ! 
Finifh'd, all that God had promis'd ; 

Death and hell no more mall av/e. 
It is finifh'd! 
Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 

\ [Happy fouls, approach the table, 
Tafre the foul-reviving food ; 

Nothing half fo fweet and pleafant 
As the Saviour's flefli and blood. 

It is finifn'd ! 

Chrijl has borne the heavy load.] 

j Tune your harps anew, ye feraphs, 
Join to fing the pleafing theme ; 

AH en earth, and all in heaven, 
join to praife Immanuel's name ! 

Hailelujnh ! 

Glory to the bleeding \Xtch \ 

J o 


LXXII. L. M. Dr. S. Steksbtt. 
It is fm'ijhecly John xix. 50. 

''"PIS finifhed, fo the Saviour cried, 

*• And meekly bow'd his head and died, 
'Tis finifhed — yes, the race is run, 
The batile fought, the victory won. 
'Tis finifli'd — all that Heaven decreed, 
And all the ancient prophets faid 
Is now fulfill'd, as was defign'd, 
In me the Saviour of mankind. 
'Tis finifh'd — Aaron now no more 
Mull: ftain his robes with purple gore : 
The facred veil is rent in twain, 
And Jewifn rites no more remain. 
'Tis finifh'd — this my dying groan 
Shall fins of every kind atone : 
Millions (hall be redeem'd from death, 
By this, my laft expiring breath. 
'Tis finifh'd — Heav'n is reconcil'd, 
And all the powers of darknefs fpoii'd ; 
Peace, love, and happinefs again 
Return and dwell with fmful men. 
'Tis finifh'd — let the joyful found 
Be heard thro* all the nations round : 
'Tis finifh'd — let the echo fly 
Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and Iky. 

LXXIII. 8. LimefieldTune. D. Turner; 

Gratitude to God for Redemption, Eph. i. 7, 1 1. 

CHALL Jefus defcend from the ikies, 
^ To atone for our fins by his blood, 
And (hall we fuch goodnefs defpife, 
And rebels (rill be to our God? 


2 ["No brute could ever be fo bafe ! 
Shall man thus ungrateful then prove ? 
Forbid it, O God of all grace ! 
Forbid it, thou Spirit of love ! 

5 The devils would laugh us to (corn, 
For folly fo fhameful as this ; 
O let us to God then return, 
Sure never was goodnefs like his.] 

4 He fav'd us, or we had been loft, 

Nor comfort, nor hope had e'er known ; 
Yet he knew this falvation would cod 
No lefs than the blood of his Son. 

5 Thro' him we forgivenefs mall find, 
A nd talle the fweet blellings of peace, 
If contrite and humbly refign'd. 

We trufl in his promifed grace. 

6 This world then with all its gay joy, 
That its thoufands has fnar'd and undone s 
May tempt, but mail never deftroy, 
Whom jfefus has mark'd for his own. 

7 While here thro' the defert we ftray, 
Our God mall be ail our delight, 
Our pillar of cloud in the day, 
And alfo of lire in the night : 

8 Till, the Jordan of death fafely pafs'd, 
We land on the heav'nly more, 
Where we the hid manna mall tafle, 
Nor hunger nor thirft any more. 

9 And there while bis glories we fee, 
And feaft on the joys of his love, 
We chang'd to his likenefs fnall be, 
And -hen fnall all gratitude prove. 

ATONEMENT. ~4, Jf*j| 

LXXIV. 8. S. 6. Chatham Tune. To? lady. 

Christ'j Atoncmer.t. 

1 r\ THOU, who didft thy glory leave, 
^-^ Apoitate (inners to retrieve, 

From nature's deadly fall, 
If thou halt bought me with a price, 
My fins againlt me ne'er mall rife, 

For thou hall borne them all. 

2 And wait thou punifh'd in my flead ? 
Didlt thou without the city bleed 

To expiate my (tain ? 
On earth my God vouchfaf 'd to dwell, 
And made of infinite avail, 

The furTerings of the Man. 

3 Behold him for tranfgreiTors given ! 
Behold the incarnate King of heaven 

For us his foes expire ! 
Amaz'd O earth ! the tidings hear ! 
He bore, that we might never bear 

His Father's righteous ire. 

4 Ye faints, the man of forrows blefs, 
The God, for your unrighteoufnefs 

Deputed to atone : 
Praife 'till, with all the ranfom'd throngj 
Ye fing the never-ending fong, 

And fee him on his throne. 

LXXV. 8. 7. L. H. C. 

Gratitude for the Atonement, 

I TTAIL ! thou once defpifed Jefu 
*-*- Hail thou Galilean king ! 
Thou didft fuffer to releafe us ; 
Thou didft free falvation bring. 
K 2 



Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 

Bearer of our fin and fhame ! 
By thy merits we find favor ; 

Life is given thro' thy name. 

2 Pafchal Lamb, by God appointed, 

All our fins on thee were laid : 
By almighty love anointed, 

Thou haft full atonement made : 
All thy people are forgiven, 

Thro' the virtue of thy blood ; 
Open'd is the gate of heaven ; 

Peace is made 'twixt man and God, 

3 y e f ur > kaiL enthron'd in glory, 

There for ever to abide ! 
All the heavenly hofts adore thee, 

Seated at thy Father's fide : 
There for fmners thou art pleading, 

There thou doft our place prepare ; 
Ever for us interceding, 

Till in glory we appear. 

4 Worfhip, honour, power and bleiKng 

Thou art worthy to receive ; 
Loudefr. praifes, without ceafing, 

Meet it is for us to give : 
Help, ye bright angelic fpirits ! 

Bring your fweeteft, noblefl: lays; 
Help to ling our Saviour's merits ; 

Help to chant ImmanueVs praife. 

LXXVI. 7. 

Pleading tie Jtonement, Pfalm Ixxxif. f. 

1 "{RATHER, God, who feed in me 
■*- Only fin and mifery, 
Turo to thy anointed One, 
Look on thy beloved Son 5 


Him, and then the (inner fee ; 
Look thro* Jefus* wounds on me. 

2 Heavenly Father, Lord of all, 
Hear, and (how thou hear'fr my call ; 
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, 
Smile on me a (inner now ! 

Now the (tone to flefh convert ; 
Cart a look, and melt my heart. 

3 Lord, I cannot let thee go, 
Till a bleffing thou beftow ; 
Hear my advocate divine, 
Lo ! to his, my fuit I join, 
Join'd with his, it cannot fail ; 
Let me now with thee prevail ! 

4 Turn from me thy glorious eyes 
To his bloody facrifice, 

To the full atonement irttde, 
To the utmoft ranfom paid ; 
And, if mine, thro' him thou art, 
Speak thy mercy to ray heart. 

5 Jefus, anfwer from above ; 
Is not all thy nature love ? 
Pity from thine eye let fall ; 
Blefs me, whilit on thee I call ; 
Ami thine, thou Son of God P 
Take the purchafe of thy blood. 

6 Father, fee the victim (lain, 
OfFer'd up for guilty man ; 
Hear his blood's prevailing cry ; 
Let thy bowels then reply ! 
Then thro' him the finner fee ; 
Then, in Jefus, look on me I 

LXXVII. C. M. Toplady's Collection 
Efficacious Grace, Pfahn xlv. 3 — 5. 

1 TTAIL ! mighty Jefus, how divine 
•*--*• Is thy victorious fword ! 

The flouted rebel rnuft refign, 
At thy commanding word. 

% Deep are the wounds thy arrows give \ 
They pierce the hardeft heart : 
Thy fmiles of grace the (lain revive, 
And joy fucceeds to fmart. 

3 Still gird thy fword upon thy thigh* 

Ride wich majeitic fway : 
Go forth, fweet prince, triumphantly, 
And make thy foes obey. 

4 And when thy victories are complete ; 

When all the chofen race 
Shall round the throne of glory meet, 
To fing thy conquering grace ; 

5 O may my humble foul be found 

Among that favor'd band ! 
And I, v/ith them, thy praife will found 

Throughout ImmanueW land. 


The Converfion of Zaccheus^ Luke xix. I— Id. 

3 /^VNCE as the Saviour pafs'd along, 
^^ Zaccheus fain the Lord would fee ; 
Of flature fmall, to 'fcape the throng, 
He ran before, and climb'd a tree. 

2 As the omnifcient Lord drew nigh, 
Upward he look'd and faw him there ; 
" Zaccheus, haften down, for I 

** Mud be thy gueft to-day, prepare. 


3 '* To-day," the pardoning Saviour cries, 
" Salvation to thy houie is come, 

'* On wings of* iov'reign love it flies ; 
" Go tell the blifsful news at home." 

4 Lord, look on fouls that gaze around, 
To every listening finner fpeak ; 
Now may thy ancient love abound, 
From every feat a captive take. 

5 Sinners, make hafte our God to meet ; 
Come to the fea(t his love prepaies ; 

The loll are fought and fav'd, how fweet ! 
And not the righteous, Chr'i/l declares. 

6 Say, what are ye come out to view j 
jt'fus who once for finners died r* 

O hear the Saviour's voice to you, 
« w Caifc fioful, righteous felf afide." 

7 Lord, wilt thou (loop to be my gueft I 
Dolt, thou invite thee to my home ? 
Welcome, dear Saviour, to my bread, 
To-day let thy. falvatioa come. 


The loft Jheep found ; or, Joy in Uea-oen en the 
Cotiverfion of a Shiner, Luke xv. 3, 4. 

I "\T7*HEN fome kind fhepherd from his fold, 
* * Has left a ftraying fheep, 
Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious rcves. 
And climbs the mountain's deep. 

3 But O the joy ! the tranfport fweet ! 
When he the wanderer iinds ; 
Up in his arms he takes his charge, 
And to his (boulder binds. 


3 Homeward he haftes to tell his joys, 
And make his blifs complete: 
The neighbours hear the news, and all 
The joyful thepherd greet. 

5 Yet how much greater is the joy 
When but one finner turns ; 
When the poor wretch with broken heart, 
His Sins and errors mourns! 

£ Pleas'd with the news, the faints below, 
In tongs their tongues employ ; 
Beyond the flues the tidings go, 
And heaven is fill'd with joy. 

5 Well-pleas'd the Father fees and hears 
The confcious finner weep ; 
Jcfus receives him in his arms, 
And owns him for his llieep. 

7 Nor angels can their joys contain, 
But kindle with new fire : 
" A wandering fheep's returned," they fing, 
And ftrike the founding lyre. 

LXXX. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

"The converted Thief y Luke xxiii. 4.2. 

A Son the crofs the Saviour hung, 
■*- *• And wept, and bled, and dy'd, 
He pour'd falvation on a wretch 
That languiftVd at his fide. 

His crimes with inward grief and fhame, 

The penitent confefs'd ; 
Then turn'd his dying eyes to Chrifi, 

And thus his prayer addrefs'd : 


" 7 e f us > tnou ^ on anc * nc * r °^ Heaven, 
" Thou fpotlefs Lamb of God, 

" I fee thee bath'd in fweat and tears, 
u And welt'ring in thy blood. 

M Yet quickly from thefe fcenes of woe 

" In triumph thou (halt rife, 
" Burft thro' the gloomy fliades of death, 

" And mine above the fkies. 

u Amid the glories of that world, 
" Dear Saviour, think on me ; 

" And in the vict'ries of thy death 
" Let me a fnarer be." 

6 His prayer the dying Jefus hears, 
And inftantly replies, 
u To-day thy parting foul fhall be 
u With me in paradife." 

LXXXI. S. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Vital Union to Christ in Regeneration. 
I Cor. vi. 17. 

"P\EAR Saviour, we are thine, 
•*-' By everlafting bonds ; 
Our names, our hearts, we would refign, 
Our fouls are in thy hands. 

To thee we (till would cleave 
With ever growing zeal ; 
If millions tempt us Chrijl to leave, 
O let them ne'er prevail. 

Thy Spirit (hall unite 
Our fouls to thee our head ; 
Shall form us to thy image bright, 
That we thy paths may tread. 


4 Death may our fouls divide 
From thefe abodes of clay ; 
But love fhall keep us near thy fide 
Through all the gloomy way. 

6 Since Chrijl and we are one, 
Why mould we doubt or fear ? 
\\ he in heaven hath fix'd his throne, 
He'll fix his members there. 

LXXXIL L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 
Praife to God for renewing Grace, 

i r lTO God, my Saviour and my king, 
**- Fain would my foul her tribute bring; 
Join me, ye faints, in fongs of praife, 
For ye have known and felt his grace. 

2 Wretched and helplefs once I lay, 
Jutt breathing all my life away ; 
He faw me welt'ring in my blood, 
And felt the pity of a God. 

3 With fpeed he fiew to my relief, 

Bound up my wounds and footh'd my grief j 
Pour'd joys divine into my heart, 
And bade each anxious fear depart. 

4 Thefe proofs of love, my deareft Lord y 
Deep in my bread I will record : 

The life which I from thee receive, 
,* To thee, behold, I freely give. 

5 My heart and tongue fhall tune thy praife, 
Thro' the remainder of my days : 

And when t join the powers above, 
My foul mail better fing thy love. 



Human Right 'eoufnefsinfujjicient tojuJlify>lA\c. vi. 6 — 8. 

i Vy HEREWITH, O Lord, mall t draw near, 
^ * Or bow myfelf before thy face ? 
How in thy purer eyes appear ? 
What (hall I bring to gain thy grace ? 

2 Will gifts delight the Lord moil high ? 
Will multiply'd oblations pleafe ? 
Thoufands of rams his favor buy, 

Or flaughter'd millions e'er appeafe ? 

3 Can thefe afTuage the wrath of God? 
Can thefe waPi out my guilty (lain ? 
Rivers of oil, or feas of blood, 
Alas ! they all muft flow in vain. 

4 What have I then wherein to truft ? 
I nothing have, I nothing am ; 
Excluded is my every bead:, 

My glory fwallow'd up in fliamc. 

5 Guilty, I ffand before thy face ; 
My fole defert, is hell and wrath ; 
'Twere juft the fentence ihould take place, 
But O, I plead my Saviour's death ! 

6 I plead the merits of thy Son, 
Who died for finners on the tree ; 
I plead his righteoufnefs alone, 

O put the fpotlefs robe on me. 

LXXXIV. L. M. Leeds Tune. Madan's CcI. 
Imputed Righteoufnefs, Jer. xxiii. 6. Ifa. xlv. ^24. 

1 TESUS, thy blood and righteoufnefs 
J My beauty are, my glorious drefs ; 
Midft flaming worlds in thefe array'd, 
With joy mall I lift up my head. 
L 2 


2 When from the duft of death I rife 
To take mv manfion in the fides, 
E'en then mail this be all my plea, 

" J e f us natn liv'd and dy'd for me.'' 

3 Bold mail I fland in that great day, 
For who aught to my charge mail lay? 
While thro' thy blood abfolv'd I am, 
From fin's tremendous curfe and mame. 

4 Thus Abraham the friend of God, 
Thus all the armies bought with blood, 
Saviour of finners thee proclaim, 
Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 

5 This fpotlefs robe the fame appears 
When ruin'd nature finks in years : 
No age can change its glorious hue, 
The robe of Chnjl is ever new. 

6 O ! let the dead now hear thy voice, 
Bid, Lord, thy banifh'd ones rejoice, 
Their beauty this, their glorious drefs, 
jfefus, the Lord our righteoufnefs. 

LXXXV. 112th. President Davies. 
The pardoning God. Micah vii. 18. 

1 r^ RE AT God of wonders ! all thy ways 
^-* Are matchlefs, godlike, and divine ; 
Bat the fair glories of thy grace 

More godlike and unrivall'd mine ; 
Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
Or who has grace fo rich and free ? 

2 Crimes of fuch horror to forgive, 
Such guilty daring worms to fpare, 
This is thy grand prerogative, 
And none fhall in the honor {hare. 
Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
Or who has grace fo rich and irtz ? 

PARDON. 86, 

3 Angels and men, refign your claim 
To pity, mercy, love and grace ; 
Thefe glories crov/n Jehovah's name 
With an incomparable blaze. 

Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
Or who has grace fo rich and free ? 

4 In wonder loft, with trembling joy, 
We take the pardon of our God, 
Pardon, for crimes of deepefr dye, 
A pardon feal'd with Jefu's blood. 
Who "is a pardoning God like thee ? 
Or who has grace fo rich and free I 

5 O may this flrange, this matchlefs grace, 
This godlike miracle of love 

Fill the wide earth with grateful praife, 
And all the angelic choirs above ! 
Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
Or who has grace fo rich and free ? 

LXXXVI. C. M. Steele. 

Pardoning Love, Jer. iii. 22. Hof. xiv. 4. 

1 TTOW oft, alas! this wretched heart 
-*- -■■ Has wander'd from the Lord J 
How oft my roving thoughts depart, 

Forgetful of his word ! 

2 Yet fov'reign mercy calls, " Return *." 

Dear Lord, and may I come ! 
My vile ingratitude I mourn ; 
O take the wanderer home. 

3 And canfl thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 

And bid my crimes remove ? 

And fhall a pardon'd rebel live 

To fpeak thy wondrous love ! 


4 Almighty grace, thy healing power 

How glorious, haw divine ! 
That can to life and blifs reftore 
So vile a heart as mine. 

5 Thy pardoning love, fo free, fo fweet, 

Dear Saviour, I adore ; 
O keep me at thy facred feet, 
And let me rove no more. 

LXXXVIL L. M. Dr. Gibbons. 
Divine Forgivenefs, Luke vii. 47. 

i FORGIVENESS ! 'tis a joyful found 
•*- To malefactors doom'd to die ; 
Publifh the blifs the world around ; 
Ye feraphs, ftiout it from the iky ! 

2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine ; 
'Tis full, out-meafuring every crime ; 
Unclouded mall its glories mine, 
And feel no change, by changing time. 

3 O'er fins unnumber'd as the fand, 
And like the mountains for their fize, 
The feas of fovereign grace expand, 
The feas of fovereign grace ariie. 

4 For this ftupendous love of heaven 
What grateful honors (hall we mow ? 
Where much trangreflion is forgiven 
Let love in equal ardors glow. 

5 By this infpir'd, let all our days 
With various holinefs be crown'd, 

Let truth and goodnefs, prayer and praife 
In all abide, in all abound. 

PARDON. 88. 

LXXXVIII. S.M. Dr.Watts's Lyric Poems, 

ConfeJJicn and Pardon, i John i. 9. Prov. 
xxviii. 13. 

1 "IVTY borrows like a flood, 
•*■*-■• Impatient of teflraint, 

Into thy bofom, O my God, 
Pour out a long complaint. 

2 This impious heart of mine 
Could once defy the Lord, 

Could rufh with violence on to fin, 
In prefence of thy fword. 

3 How often have I flood 
A rebel to the fides, 

And yet, and yet, O matchlefs grace ! 
Thy thunder filent lies. 

4 O fhall I never feel 

The meltings of thy love ? 

Am I of fuch hell-harden'd fteel 

That mercy cannot move ? 

5 O'ercome by dying love, 
Here at thy crofs I lie ; 

And throw my flefh, my foul, my all, 
And weep, and love, and die. 

6 " Rife/' fays the Saviour, " rife, 
" Behold my wounded veins ; 

<c Here flows a facred crimfon flood, 
" To wafh away thy ftains." 

7 See, God is reconcil'd ! 
Behold his fmiling face ! 

Let joyful cherubs clap their wings 
And found aloud his grace. 


LXXXTX. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Pardon fpohen £y Christ, Mat. ix. 2; 

i TV/f Y Saviour, let me hear thy voice 
XtJL p r0 nounce the words of peace ! 
And all my warmed powers mail join 
To celebrate thy grace. 

2 With gentle fmiles call me thy child, 

And fpeak my fins forgiv'n ; 
The accents mild mail charm mine ear 
All like the harps of heaven. 

3 Cheerful, where'er thy hand mail lead, 

The darkeft path I'll tread ; 
Cheerful I'll quit thefe mortal fhores, 
And mingle with the dead. 

4 When dreadful guilt is done away, 

No other fears we know ; 
That hand, which fcatters pardons down, 
Shall crowns of life beftow. 

XC. L. M. Stogdok. 
God ready to forgive; or, Defpair Jinful, 

1 TIT HAT mean thefe jealoufies and fears, 

*'* As if the Lord was loth to fave, 
Or lov'd to fee us dt ench'd in tears, 
And fink with for row to the grave ? 

2 Does he want fiaves to grace his throne ? 
Or rules he by an iron rod ? 

Loves he the deep defpairing groan ? 
Is he a tyrant, or a God? 

3 Not all the fins which we have wrought 
So much his tender bowels grieve, 

As this unkind injurious thought, 
That he's unwilling to forg^re. 


4 What tho' our crimes are black as night, 
Or glowing like the crimfon mom, 
ImmanueV^, blood will make them white 
As fnow thro' the pure cether borne. 

5 Lord, 'tis amazing grace we own, 
And well may rebel-worms furprife, 
But was not thy incarnate Son 

A moil amazing facrifice ? 

6 " I've found a ranfom," faith the Lord, 
M No humble penitent fliall die ;" 
Lord, we would now believe thy word, 
And thy unbounded mercies try ! 

XCI. 8. 6. 8. Ewell Tune. Cruttenden. 
Adoption, 1 John iii. 1 — 3. 

1 f" ET others boafl their ancient line 
-^ In long fucceffion great ; 

In the proud lift let heroes lhine, 

And monarch's fwell the ftate ; 
Defcended from the King of Kings, 
Each faint a nobler title fings. 

2 Pronounce me, gracious God, thy fon, 
Own me an heir divine ; 

I'll pity princes on the throne, 

When I can call thee mine : 
Sceptres and crowns unenvied rife, 
And lofe their luftre in mine eyes. 

3 Content, obfcure T pafs my days, 
To all I meet unknown, 

And wait till thou thy child (halt raife, 

And feat me near thy throne : 
No name, no honors here I crave, 
Well pleas'd with thofe beyond the grave. 


4 Jefus, my elder brother, lives, 
With him I too (hall reign ; 

Nor fin, nor death, while he furvives, 

Shall make the promife vain : 
In him my title ftands fecure, 
And (hall, while endlefs years endure. 

5 When he, in robes divinely bright, 
Shall once again appear, 

Thou too, my foul, (halt mine in light, 

And his full image bear : 

Enough ! 1 wait th' appointed day, 

Blefs'd Saviour, haile, and come away! 

XCII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Abba, Father i Gal. iv. 6. 

1 QOVEREIGN of all the worlds on high, 
*^ Allow my humble claim ; 

Nor, while a worm would raife its head, 
Difdain a Father's name. 

2 My Father God! how fweet the found ! 

How^tender, and how dear ! 
Not all the harmony of heaven 
Could fo delight the car. 

3 Come, facred Spirit, feal the name 

On my expanding heart ; 
And mew, that in Jehovah's grace 
I mare a filial part. 

4 Chcer'd by a fignal fo divine, 

Unwavering I believe ; 
And Abba, Father, humbly cry, 
Nor can the fign deceive. 

option. 93, 94, 

XCIII. CM. Dr. Doddridge. 
True Liberty given by Christ, John riii. 36. 

1 TTAPvK! for 'tis God's own Son that calls 
■*■-■• To life and liberty ; 

Tranfported fall before his feet, 
Who makes the pnfoners frcz. 

2 The cruel bonds of fin he breaks, 

And breaks old fatan's chain ; 
Smiling he deals thofe pardons round, 
Which free from endlefs pain. 

3 Into the captive heart he pours 

His Spirit from on high ; 
We lofe the terrors of the (lave, 
And Abbd) Father, cry. 

4 Shake off your bonds, and ling his grace ; 

The finner's friend proclaim ; 
And call on all around to feek 
True freedom by his name. 

5 Walk on at large, till you attain 

Your Father's houfe above ; 
There [hall you wear immortal crowns, 
And fing immortal love. 

XCIV. 7s. Georgia Tune. Humphreys. 

The Privileges cf the Sons of God. 

i T> LESSED are the fons of God, 
-*^ They are bought with Jefu's blood, 
They are ranfom'd from the grave, 
Life eternal they fhall have. 
With them number'd may we be, 
Now and thro' eternity ! 


2 God did love them in his fori, 
Long before the world begun ; 
They the feal of this receive 
When on Jefus they believe. 
•With them, &c. 

3 They are juftify'd by grace, 
They enjoy a folid peace ; 

All their fins are walVd away, 
They fhall (rand in God's great day. 
With them, &c. 

4 They produce the fruits of grace 
In the works of righteoufnefs ! 
Born of God, they hate all fin,. 
God's pure feed remains within. 
With them, &c. 

J They have fellowfhip with God 
Thro' the Mediator's blood ; 
One with God, thro' Jefus one, 
Glory is in them begun. 
With them, &c. 

6 Tho' they fuffer much on earth, 
Strangers to the worldlings mirth, 
Yet they have an inward joy, 
Pleafures which can never cloy, 
With them, &c. 

7 They alone are truly bled, 

Heirs of God, joint heirs with Chrlfl ;. 
They with love and peace are fill'd, 
They are by his Spirit feal'd : 
With them number'd may we be, 
Now and thro* eternity ! 


XCV. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Chrlfliatu the Sons of Gov, John i. 12. I John ii;. i, 

1 AJO'F all the nobles of the earth, 

-^ Who boait the honors of their birth. 

Such real dignity can claim, 

As thole who bear the Chriitian name. 

2 To them the privilege is giv'n 

To be the fons and heirs of heaven ; 
Sons of the God who reigns on high, 
And heirs of joys beyond the iky. 

3 [On them, a happy chofen race, 
Their Father pours his richeft grace ; 
To them his couhfels he imparts, 
And ilamps his image on their hearts. 

4 Their infant-cries, their tender age, 
His pity and his love engage : 

Ke clafps them in his arms, and there 
Secures them with parental care. J 

5 His will he makes '.hem early know, 
And teaches their young feet to go ; 
Whifpers inftruclion to their minds, 
And on their hearts his precepts binds* 

6 When, thro' temptation they rebel, 
His chaining rod he makes them feel ; 
Then, with a father's tender heart, 

He fooths the pain, and heals the fmart. 

7 Their daily wants his hands fupply, 
Their (reps he guards with watchful eye, 
Leads them from earth to heaven abov?> 


8 If I've the honor, Lord, to be 
One of this num'rous family, 
On me the gracious gift bedow, 
To call thee Abba, Father ! too. 

9 So may my conduct ever prove 
My filial piety and love ! 

WhiKr. ?.!! my brethren clearly trace 
Their Father's likenefs in my face. 

XCVI. S. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Communion with God and Christ, i John i. §* 

i /~\ UR heavenly Father calls, 
^^ And Chnjl invites us near ; 
With both our friendfhip fhall be fweet, 
And our communion dear. 

2 God pities all our griefs ; 
Ke pardons every day ; 

Almighty to protect our fouls, 
And wife to guide our way. 

3 How large his bounties are ! 
What various (tores of good 

Diffus'd from our Redeemer's hand, 
And purchas'd with his blood ? 

4 Jtf m \ our ^ lxm % head, 
We blefs thy faithful care ; 

Our advocate before the throne, 

And our forerunner there. , 

5 Here fix, my roving heart ! 
Here wait, my warmed: love ! 

'Till the communion be complete 
In nobler fcenes above. 


Defiring Communion r JOiih God. 

£ "TVyTY riling foul, with ftrong defires, 
■*■*-*• To perfect happinefs afpires, 
With fteady fleps would tread the road, 
That leads to heaven, that leads to God> 

2 I thirft to drink unmingled love, 
From the pure fountain-head above : 
My deareft Lord, I long to be 
Empty'd of fin, and full of thee. 

3 For thee I pant, for thee I burn, 
Art thou withdrawn ? again return, 
Nor let me be the fir ft to fay, 

Thou wilt not hear when finners pray. 

XCVIIT. C. M. Cowper. 

Walking ivith God, Gen. v. 24. 

t r\ FOR a clofer walk with God, 
^-' A calm and heavenly frame ; 
A light to lhine upon the road 
That leads me to the Lamb I 

2 Where is the bleffednefs I knew 

When firft T faw the Lord? 
Where is the foul-refrefhing view 
Of jfefus> and his word ? 

3 What peaceful hours I then cnjoy'd ! 

How fweet their memory ilill ! 
But now I find an aching void, 
The world can never fill. 

4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 

Sweet meflenger of reft ! 
I hate the fins that made thee mourn 
And diove thee frc m my breaft. 


5 The deareft idol I have known, 

Whate'er that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
And worfliip only thee. 

6 So fhall my walk be clofe with God, 

Calm and ferene my frame ; 

So purer light fnall mark the road 

That leads me to the Larnb. 

XCIX. C. M. Dr. Watts's Sermons. 

that I knetu where I might fnd him ; or, Sins and 
Sorrows laid before God, Job xxiii. 3, 4. 

f r\ THAT I knew the fecret place, 
^-S Where I might find my God! 
I'd fpread my wants before his face, 
And pour my woes abroad. 

2 I'd tell him how my fins arife, 

What forrows I fuflain ; 
How grace decays, and comfort dies, 
And leaves my heart in pain. 

3 He knows what arguments I'd take 

To wreftJe with my Gcd ; 
I'd plead for his own mercy's fake, 
And for my Saviour's blood. 

4 My God will pity my complaints, 

And heal my broken bones ; 

He takes the meaning of his faints, 

The language of their groans. 

5 Arife, my foul, from deep diflrefs, 

And banifh every fear ; 
He calls thee to his throne of grace. 
To fpread thy forrows there. 



C. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 

SanBtfcailon and Pardon. 

HERE mall we finners hide our heads, 
Can rocks or mountains fave ? 
Or (hall we wrap us in the (hades 
Of midnight and the grave ? 

Is there no fhelter from the eye 

Of a revenging God? 
Jefus, to thy dear wounds we fly, 

Bedew us with thy blood. 

3 Thofe guardian drops our fouls fecure, 
And wa'h away our fin ; 

Eternal juftice frowns no more, 
And confeience fmiles within. 

4 We blefs that wond'rous purple dream 
That cleanfes every (lain ; 

Yet are our fouls but half redeem'd 
If fin, the tyrant, reign. 

Lardy blaft his empire with thy breath, 

That curfed throne mu(l fall ; 
Ye flattering plagues, that work our death, 

Fly, for we hate you all. 

CI. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Abundant Life fy Christ our Shepherd, John x. io' 

i TDRAISE to our Shepherd's gracious name, 
-*■ Who on fo kind an errand came ; 
Came, that by him his flock might live, 
And more abundant life receive. 

Hail, great Immanuel from above, 
High feared on thy throne of love ! 
O pour the vital torrent down, 
Thy people's joy, their Lord's renown. 


3 Scarce half alive we figh and cry ; 
Scarce raife to thee our languid eye ; 
Kind Saviour, let our dying (rate 
Compaflion in thy heart create. 

4 The Shepherd's blood the flieep mud heal ; 
O may we all its influence feel ! 

'Till inward deep experience fhow, 
Chrijl can begin a heav'n below. 

CII. S. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

The Leper healed; or, Sanclijicatioti implored. 
Matt. viii. 2, 3. 

"DEHOLD the lep'rous Jew, 
■*-' Opprefs'd with pain and grief, 
Pouring his tears at Jefu's feet, 
For pity and relief. 

" O fpeak the word," he cries, 
" And heal me of my pain : 
u Lord, thou art able, if thou wilt, 
" To make a leper clean." 

Companion moves his heart, 
He fpeaks the gracious word ; 
The leper feels his ftrength return, 
And all his ficknefs cur'd. 

To thee, dear Lord, I look, 
Sick of a worfe difeafe : 
Sin is my painful malady, 
And none can give me eafe. 

But thy almighty grace 
Can heal my lep'rous foul : 
O bathe me in thy precious blood, 
And that will make me whole. 


CUI. S. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
The Security ^/Xhrist'j- Sheep^ John x. 27 — 29. 

1VJ. While Jefus Glence breaks ; 
No angel's harp fuch mufic yields, 
As what my Shepherd fpeaks. 

2 "I know my fheep," he cries, 
M My foul approves them well : 

u Vain is the treacherous world's difguife, 
" And vain the rage of hell. 

3 "I freely feed them now 
" Wi:h tokens of my love, 

" But richer paftures I prepare, 
" And fweeter ltreams above. 

4 M Unnumber'd years of blifs 
" I to my flieep will give ; 

M And, while my throne unmaken (lands, 
" Shall all my chefen live. 

5 •' This tried almighty hand 
" Is rais'd for their defence : 

" Where is the power fhail reach them there ? 
" Or what (hall force them thence :" 

6 Enough, my gracious Lord, 
Let faith triumphant cry ; • 

My heart can on this promife live, 
Can on this promife die. 

CIV. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Noah preferred in the Ark^ and the Believer in 
Christ, i Pet. iii. 20, 2 i. 
1 ""THE deluge at th' Almighty's call, 
■*■ In what impetuous ftreams it fell ! 
Swallow'd the mountains in its rage, 
And fv.'ept a guilty world to hell. 
N 2 


2 In vain the tailed Tons of pride 
Fled from the clofe-purfuing wave ! 
Nor could their mightieft towers defend, 
Ncr fwiftnefs 'fcape, nor courage fave. 

3 How dire the wreck ! how loud the roar ! 
How fhrill the univerfal cry 

Of millions in the laft defpair. 
Re-echoed from the lowering iky I 

4 Yet Noah, humble happy faint, 
Surrounded with the chofen few, 
Sat in his ark, fecure from fear, 

And fang the grace that fteer'd him thro*. 

5 So I may fmg, in Jefus fafe, 

While ftorms of vengeance round me fall, 
Confcious how high my hopes are fix'd, 
Beyond what (hakes this earthly ball. 

6 Enter thine ark, while patience waits, 
Nor ever quit that fure retreat ; 

Then the wide flood, which buries earth? 
Shall waft thee to a fairer feat. 

7 Nor wreck nor ruin there is feen ; 
There not a wave of trouble rolls ; 

But the bright rainbow round the throne 
Seals enlefs life to all their fouls. 

CV. C. M. F- 

Perfivcrance> Pfalm cxix. 1 1 7. 

|" ORD, haft thou made me know thy ways 
**~' Conduct me in thy fear, 
And grant me fuch fupplies of grace, 
- a y perfevere. 


Let but thy own almighty arm 

Suftain a fteble worm, 
I fhall efcape. fecure from harm, 

Amid the dreadful Itorm. 

Be thou my all fufheient friend, 
'Till ail my toils mall ceafe ; 

Guard me thro' life, and let my end 
Be everlafting peace. 

CVI. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Perftverancs defred, 

1 JESUS, my Saviour and my God, 

** Thou haft redeem'd me with thy blood 
By ties both natural and divine, 
I am, and ever will be thine. 

2 But ah ! mould my inconftant heart, 
Ere I'm aware from thee depart, 
What dire reproach would fall on me, 
For fuch ingratitude to thee ! 

3 The thought I dread, the crime I hate, 
The guilt, the fhame, I deprecate : 
And yet fo mighty are my foes 

I dare net truft my warmeft vows. 

4 Pity my frailty, deareft Lord, 
Grace in the needful hour afford : 
O fteel this tim'rous heart of mine 
With fortitude and love divine. 

5 So {hall I triumph o'er my fears, 
And gather joys from all my tears : 
So mall I to the world proclaim 
The honors of the Chriftian name. 

CV1I. 5. 6. Toplady. 
The Method of Salvation. 


'HEE, Father, we blefs, 
Whofe didinguifhing grace 
Selected a people to mew forth thy praife : 
Nor is thy love known 
By election alone ; 
For, O ! thou haft added the gift of thy fon. 

The goodnefs in vain 

We attempt to explain, 
Which found and accepted a ranfom for men. 

Great furety of thine, 

Thou didft not decline 
To concur with the Father's moll gracious defign. 

To Jefus our friend 

Our thanks mail afcend, 
Who faves to the utmofr, and loves to the end. 

Our ranfom he paid ! 

In his merit array'd 
We attain to the glory for which we were made. 

Sweet Spirit of grace, 

Thy mercy we blefs 
For thy eminent (hare in the council of peace: 

Great agent divine, 

To reftore us is thine, 
And caufe us afrefh in thy likenefs to fnine. 

O God, 'tis thy part 

To convince and convert ; 
To give a new life, and create a new heart : 

By thy prefence and grace 

We're upheld in our race, 
And are kept in thy lcve to the end of our days. 



6 Father % Spirit, and Son, 

Agree thus in one, 
The falvation of thofe he has mark'd for his own : 
Let us too agree 
To glorify Thee, 
Thou ineffable One, thou adorable Three! 

CVIII. 8. 7. 4. 
Free Salvation, 2 Tim. i. 9. 

1 JESUS is our great falvation ; 
•J Worthy of our be ft efteem ! 
He has fav'd his favorite nation; 

Join to fing aloud to Him : 
He has fav'd us, 
Chr'tfl alone could us redeem. 

2 When involv'd in fin and ruin, 

And no helper there was found ; 
Jefus our diftrefs was viewing ; 

Grace did more than fin abound : 
He has call'd us, 
With falvation in the found. 

3 Save us from a mere profeflion, 

Save us from hypocrify; 
Give us, Lord, the fwect pofTeihon 

Of thy righteoufnefs and thee : 
Beft of favors, 
None compar'd with this can be. 

4 Let us never, Lord, forget thee ! 

Make us walk as Pilgrims here : 
We will give thee all the glory 

Of the love that brought us near ; 
Bid us praife thee, 
And rejoice with holy fear. 


5 Free election, known by calling, 
Is a privilege divine ; 
Saints are kept from final falling, 
All the glory, Lord) be thine, 
All the glory* 
All the glory, Lord, is thine. 

CIX. C. M. 

Complete Salvation, 
t C ALVATION thro* our dying God 
^ Is finim'd and complete ; 
He paid whate'er his people ow'd, 
And cancell'd all their debt. 
2 Salvation now (hall be my (lay, 
" A (inner fav'd," I'll cry , 
Then gladly quit this mortal clay, 
For better joys on high. 

CX. 1 1 . 8 . Calne Tune. K . 

D'lflinguifhtng Grace, Jer. xxxi. 3. 

1 TN fongs of fublime adoration and praife, 
A Ye pilgrims for Sion who prefs, 

Break forth, and extol the great Ancient of Days, 
His rich and diftinguifhing grace. 

2 His love from eternity fix'd upon you, 

Broke forth and difcover'd its flame, 
When each with the cords of his kindnefs he drew, 
And brought you to love his great name. 
5 O had he not pitied the ftate you were in, 
Your bofoms his love had ne'er felt ; 
You all would have liv'd, would have dy'd too in fin, 
And funk with the load of your guilt. 
\ What was in you that could merit eiteem, 
Or give the Creator delight ? 
? Twas *' even fo, Father," you ever mud fing, 
u . Becaufe it feem'd good in thy fight." 


5 'Twas all of thy grace we were brought to obey 
While others were fufrer'd to go, 
The road which by nature we chofe as our way, 
Which leads to the regions of woe. 

C Then give all the glory to his holy name ; 
To him all the glory belongs ; 
Be yours the high joy fKU to found forth his fame, 
And crown him in each of your fongs. 

CXI. S. M. Mount Ephraim Tune. 

Salvation by Grace, fromjirft to lajl, Eph. ii. c. 

1 f^ RACE ! 'tis a charming found ! 
^ r Harmonious to the ear ! 

Heaven with the echo mail refound, 
And all the earth fhall hear. 

2 Grace firft contrived a way 
To fave rebellious man, 

And all the fteps that grace difplay, 
Which drew the wond'rous plan. 

3 [Grace firft: infcruVd my name 
In God's eternal book : 

'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb;, 
Who all my forrows took.] 

f Grace led my roving feet 
To tread the heavenly road ; 
And new fupplies each hour I meet, 
While preiling on to God. 

5 [Grace taught my foul to pray, 
And made my eyes o'erilow : 
'Twas grace which kept me to this day, 
And will cot let me go.] 


6 Grace all the work fhall crown, 
Thro' everlaiHng days ; 
It lays in heaven the topmoft ftone, 
And well deferves the praife. 

CXII. C. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 

God glorious and Sinners faved, Ifaiah xliv. 23. 

1 Tj^ATHER, how wide thy glory dunes I 
■*- How high thy wonders rile ! 
Known thro' the earth by thoufand figns, 

By thoufands thro' the fides. 

2 [Part of thy name divinely (lands 

On all thy creatures writ, 
They {hew the labor of thine hands, 
Or imprefs of thy feet.] 

3 But when we view thy ftrange defign 

To fave rebellious worms, 
"Where vengeance and companion join, 
In their divined forms ; 

4. Our thoughts are loft in reverend awe ; 
We love and we adore ; 
The firfl arch-angel never faw 
So much of God before. 

5 Here the whole Deity is known, 

Nor dares a creature guefs 
Which of the glories brightest fhone, 
The j ndice or the grace. 

6 [When flnners broke the Father's laws, 

The dying Son atones ; 
O, the dear myileries of his crofs ! 
The triumph of his groans !] 


7 Now the full glories of the Lamb 

Adorn the heavenly plains ; 
Sweet cherubs learn ImmanueV^ name, 
And try their choifelt llrains. 

8 O may I bear fome humble part 

In that immortal fong ! 
Wonder and joy (hall tune my heart, 
And love command my tongue. 

CXIII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Lord, fay unto my Soul, I am thy Sahalion 9 
Pfalm xxxv. 3. 

1 C ALVATION ! O melodious found 
^ To wretched dying men ! 
Salvation, that from God proceeds, 

And leads to God again. 

2 Refcu'd from hell's eternal gloom, 

From fiends, and fires, and chains : 
Rais'd to a paradife of blifs, 
Where love triumphant reigns ! 

3 But may a poor bewilder'd foul, 

Sinful and weak as mine, 
Prefume to raife a trembling eye 
To blefTings fo divine ? 

4 The luftre of fo bright a blifs 

My feeble heart o'erbears ; 
And unbelief almoft perverts 
The promife into tears. 

1 5 My Saviour God, no voice but thine 
Thefe dying hopes can raife : 
Speak thy falvation to my foul, 
And turn my prayer to praife. 



CXIV. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

God reafoning with Men, Ifaiah i. 1 8. 

i " pOME, finners," faith the mighty God, 
^-^ " Heinous as all your crimes have been, 
C{ Lo ! I defcend from mine abode, 
*' To reafon with the fons of men. 

2 K No clouds of darknefs veil my face, 
" No vengeful lightnings flam around :. 
" I conie with terms of life and peace ; 

" Where fin hath reign'd, let grace abound. 5 '* 

3 Yes, Lord, we will obey thy call, 
And to thy gracious fceptre bow ; 
O make our crimfon fins like wool,- 
Our fcarlet crimes as white as fnow. 

4 So fhall our thankful lips repeat 
Thy praifes with a tuneful voice, 
While, humbly proftrate at thy feet, 
We wonder, tremble, and rejoice. 

CXV. 8.7.4. Altered by Topladv. 
Come and welcome to Jesus Christ, Ifaiah lv. I« 

1 /""^OME, ye finners, poor and wretched, 
^* Weak and wounded, fick and fore ! 
jfefus ready ftands to fave you, 

Full of pity join'd with power : 
He is able, 
He is willing : Doubt no more ! 

2 Come, ye thirfty, come and welcome; 

God's free bounty glorify ; 
True belief, and true repentance, 

Every grace that brings us nigh— * 
Without money, 
Come to Jefus Chrt/I, and buy. 


3 Let not confcience make you linger, 

Not of fitnefs fondly dream ; 
All the Jilncfs he requireth, 

Is to feel your need of him : 
This he gives you ; 
,r Tis his Spirit's rifing beam. 

4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 

Loft and ruin'd by the fall ! 
Tf you tarry till you're better, 

You will never come at all : 
Not the righteous, 
Sinners Jefus came to call. 

5 View him proftrate in the garden ; 

On the ground your Maker lies ! 
On the bloody tree behold him ; 

Hear him cry, before he dies, 
« It is Fini/Jo\k" 
Sinner, will not this fuffice ? 

6 Lo, th' incarnate God, afcended, 

Pleads the merit of his blood : 
Venture on him, venture wholly, 

Let no other truit intrude ; 
None but Jefus 
Can do helplefs miners good. 

7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, 

Sing the praifes of the Lamb: 
While the blifsful feats of heaven 

Sweetly echo with his name. 
Hallelujah ! 
Sinners, here may fing the fame, 


CXVI. C. M. Fawcett. 

Let the Wicked forfake his Way, Sec. Ifaiah lv. 7« 

1 O INNERS, the voice of God regard ; 
^ 'Tis mercy fpeaks to-day ; 

He calls you by his fovereign word, 
From fin's deftructive way. 

2 Like the rough fea that cannot red, 

You live devoid of peace ; 
A thoufand (lings within your bread, 
Deprive your fouls of eafe. 

3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell ; 

Why will you perfevere ? 
Can you in endlefs torments dwell, 
Shut up in black defpair ? 

4 Why will you in the crooked ways 

Of fin and folly go ? 
In pain you travel all your days, 
To reap immortal woe ! 

5 But he that turns to God fliall live, 

Thro' his abounding grace ; 

His mercy will the guilt forgive 

Of thofe that feek his face. 

6 Bow to the fceptre of his word, 

Renouncing every fin ; 
Submit to him your fovereign Lord, 
And learn his will divine. 

•7 His love exceeds your highefl thoughts ; 
He pardons like a God ; 
He will forgive your numerous faults, 
Thro' a Redeemer's blood. 


CXVII. L. M. Steele. 
Weary Souls invited to Re/I, Matt. xi. 28. 

1 /^OME, weary fouls, with fins didred, 
^-^ Come, and accept the promifed reft ; 
The Saviour's gracious call obey, 

And cad your gloomy fears away. 

2 Opprefs'd with guilt, a painful load ; 

O come, and fpread your woes abroad ; 
Divine compaffion, mighty love 
Will all the painful load remove. 

3 Here mercy's boundlefs ocean flows, 

To cleanfe your guilt and heal your wees ; 
Pardon, and life, and endlefs peace ; 
How rich the gift ! how free the grace ! 

4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart, 
The hope thy gracious words impart; 
We come with trembling, yet rejoice, 
And blefs the kind inviting voice. 

5 Dear Saviour ! let thy powerful love 
Confirm our faith, our fears remove ; 
And fweetly influence every bread, 
And guide us to eternal red. 

CXVIII. As the £ 4 8th. 

Tet there is room, Luke xiv. 2 2. 

c 'V'E dying fons of men, 

■*■ Immerg'd in fin and woe, 
The gofpel's voice attend, 
While Jffas fends to you : 
Ye perifhing and guilty corns, 
In jefuf arms there yet is room. 


.2 No longer now delay, 

Nor vain excufes frame : 

He bids you come to-day, 

Tho' poor, and blind, and lame: 
All things are ready, (inner, come, 
For every trembling foul there's room. 
3 Believe the heavenly word 

His meffenger's proclaim ; 

He is a gracious Lord, 

And faithful is his name : 
Backfliding fouls, return and come, 
Cart off defpair, there yet is room. 
4. Compell'd by bleeding love, 

Ye wand'ring fheep draw near, 

Chrijl calls you from above, 

His charming accents hear ! 
Let whofoever will, now come : 
In mercy's breaft there (till is room. 

CXIX. 7 s. Hotham Tune. 

Compel them to come in, Luke xiv. 23. 

1 T ORD, how large thy bounties are, 
-*- 1 Tender, gracious finner's friend ! 
What a feaft doft thou prepare, 

And what invitations fend ! 
Now fulfil thy great defign, 

Who didft firft the mefiage bring, 
Every heart to thee incline, 

Now compel them to come in. 

2 Rufhing on the downward road, 

Sinners no compulfion need ; 
Glory to forfake, and God, 

See they run with rapid fpeed : 
Draw them back by love divine, 

With thy grace their fpirits win, 
Every heart, &c. 


Thus their willing fouls compel, 

Thus their happy minds conftrain 
From the ways of death and hell, 

Home to GW, and grace again ; 
Stretch that conquering arm of thine, 

Once out-ftretch'd to bleed for fin j 
Every heart to thee incline, 

Now compel them to come in. 

CXX. C. M. Steels. 

The Saviour* s Invitation, John rii. 37. 

HPHE Saviour calls — let every ear 
■*• Attend the heavenly found ; 
Ye doubting f&aAs, difmifs your fear, 
Hope fmiles reviving round. 

For every thirfty longing heart, 

Here dreams of bounty flow, 
And life, and health, and blifs impart 

To banifli mortal woe. 

Here fprings of facred pleafure rife 

To eafe your every pain, 
(Immortal fountain ! full fupplies !) 

Nor mail you thirft in vain. 

Ye finners, come, 'tis mercy's voice. 

The gracious call obey ; 
Mercy invites to heavenly joys — 

And can you yet delay ? 

Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts, 

To thee let finners fly ; 
And take the blifs thy love imparts 

And drink, and never die. 


CXXI. 8. 8. 6. W . 

Whofoever will, let him cone, Rev. xxii. 1 7. 

1 V£ fcarlet-colour'd finners, come; 

■*- Jefus the Lord invites you home ; 

O whither can you go ? 
What ! are your crimes of crimfon hue ? 
His prornife is for ever true, 
He'll walli you white as fnow. 

2 Backfliding fouls, nll'd with your ways, 
Whofe weeping nights, and wretched days, 

In bitternefs are fpent ! 
Return to jefus-, he'll reveal 
His lovely face, and fweetly heal 

What you fo much lament. 

3 Tried fouls ! look up — he fays, 'tis I — 
He loves you ftill, hut means to try 

If faith will bear the teft ; 
The Lord has giv'n the chiefefl good, 
He (hed for you his precious blood ; 

O truft in him for the reft ! 

4 Ye tender fouls, draw hither too, 
Ye grateful, highly favor'd few, 

Who feel the debt you owe ; — 
Prefs on 5 the Lord hath more to give ; 
By faith upon him daily live, 

And you fnall find it fo. 

CXXII. L. M. Beddome. 

Thefirjl Promife, Gen. iii. 15. 

j£ ^TTHEN by the tempter's wiles betray'd, 
* * Adam our head and parent fell ; 
Unknown before, a pleafure fpread 
Thro' all the mazy deeps of hell. 


2 Infernal powers rejoie'd to fee 

The new-made world deftroy'd, undone ; 
But God proclaims his great decree, 
Pardon and mercy thro' his Son. 

3 Serpent accurs'd, thy fentence read, 

" Almighty vengeance thou fnalt feel : 
The woman's feed mall break thy head, 
Thy malice faintly bruife his heel," 

4 Thus God declares, and Chr'tjl defcends, 
AfTumes a mortal form, and dies ; 
Whilft in his death, death's empire ends, 
And the proud conqueror conquer'd lies. 

5 Dying, the King of Glory deals 
Ruin to all his numerous foes : 

His power the prince of darknefs feels, 
And links opprefs'd beneath his woes. 

CXXIII. L. M, Lebanon Tune. Fawcett. 

As thy Days, fo Jhall thy Strength he, Deut. 
xx:aii. 25. 

1 A FFLICTED faint, to Chrtfl draw near, 
■*■ *■ Thy Saviour's gracious pro-mife hear j 
His faithful word declares to thee, 

That as thy days, thy lirength mail be. 

2 Let not thy heart defpond and fay, 

" How fhall I Hand the trying day :" 

He has engag'd by firm decree, 

That as thy days, thy liiength fhall be. 

3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are ftrong ; 
And if the conflict fhould be long, 
Thy Lord wiil make the tempter flee j 
For as thy days, thy ftrength lhali be.- 

P 2 


4 Should perfecution rage and flame, 
Still trufr. in thy Redeemer's name ; 
In fiery trials thou flialt fee, 

That as thy days, thy ftrength mail be. 

5 When calPd to bear the weighty crofs, 
Or fore afflictions, pain, or lofs, 

Or deep diftrefs, or poverty, 

Still as thy days, thy (trength (hall be. 

6 When ghaflly death appears in view, 
Chr'ijl 's prefence mall thy fears fubdue ; 
He comes to fet thy fpirit free, 

And as thy days, thy {trength fhali be. 


Fear not, for I am with thee, Ifaiah xli. io. 

i A ND art thou with us, gracious Lord, 
•*- \ To diffipate our fear ? 
Doft thou proclaim thyfelf our God, 
Our God for ever near ? 

2 Dofl thou a father's bowels feel 
For all thy humble faints ? 
And in fuch friendly accents fpeak 
To footh their fad complaints ? 

5 Why droop our hearts ? Why flow cur eyes 
While fuch a voice we hear ? 
Why rife our forrows and our fears, 
While fuch a friend is near ? 

4 To all thine other favors add 
A heart to truft thy word ; 
And death itfeif fnall hear us fmg 3 
While refting on the Lord, 


CXXV. C. M. Needham. 
My Grace is fujficient for thee, 2 Cor. xii. 9. 

1 T7" IND are the words that Jefus fpeaks 
"* To cheer the drooping faint; 

u My grace fufHcient is for you, 
" Tho' nature's powers my faint. 

2 " My grace its glories (hail difplay, 

V And make your griefs remove ; 

«* Your weaknefs (hall the triumphs tell 

" Of boundlefs power and love." 

3 What tho* my griefs are not remov'd, 

Yet why mould I defpair ? 
While my kind Saviour's arms fupport, 
I can the burden bear. 

4 Jefus, my Saviour, and my Lord, 

'Tis good to truft thy name : 
Thy power, thy faithfulnefs and love 
Will ever be the fame. 

5 Weak as I am, yet thro' thy grace 

I all things can perform ; 
And fmiling triumph in thy name, 
Amid the raging ftorm. 

CXXVI. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
My God Jhall fupply all your Need, Phil. iv. 19. 2C. 

1 "JV/TY God, how cheerful is the found ! 
Xt± How pleafant to repeat ! 

Weil may that heart with pleafure bound, 
Where God hath fix'd his feat. 

2 What want (hall not our God fupply 

From his redundant (lores ? 
What dreams of mercy from on high 
An arm almighty pours ! 


3 From Chrijl, the ever-living fpring, 

Thefe ample blelfmgs flow : 
Prepare, my lips, his name to ling, 
Whofe heart has lov'd us fo. 

4 Now to our Father and our God, 

Be endlefs glory given, 
Thro' all the realms of man's abode, 
And thro' the higheft heaven. 

CXXVII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Fear nci, it is your Father's good Pleajjtre to give y6U 
the Kingdom, Luke xii. 32'. 

1 "Y'E little flock, whom Jefus feeds, 

-*" Difmifs your anxious cares ; 
Look to the Shepherd of your fouls, 
And fmile away your fears. 

2 Tho' wolves and lions prowl around, 

His flaff is your defence : 
'Midit fands and rocks, your Shepherd's voice 
Calls dreams and paftures thence. 

3 Your Father will a kingdom give, 

And give it with delight ; 
His feeblefi child his love mail call 
To triumph in his fight. 

4 Ten thoufand praifes, Lord, we bring 

For fure fupports like thefe : 
And o'er the pious dead we ling 
Thy living promifes. 

5 For all we hope, and they enjoy, 

We blefs a Saviour's name ; 
Nor mail that flroke difturb the fong r 
Which breaks this mortal frame. 

CXXVIII. us. Broughton Tune. K . 

Exceeding great and precious Prcmifes, 2 Pet. i. 4. 

1 TTOW firm a foundation, ye faints of the Lord, 
■*■-*■ Is laid for your faith in his excellent word \ 
What more can he. fay than to you he hath faid ? 
You, who unto jfefus for refuge have fled. 

2 In every condition, in ficknefs, in health, 
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth ; 
At home and abroad, on the land, on the fea, 

" As thy days may demand, mail thy ftrength ever 

3 " Fear rot, I am with thee, O be not difmay'd, 
" I, T am thy God and will frill give thee aid ; 

" I'll ftrengthen thee, help thee, and caufe thee to 

" (land, 
" Upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand. 

4 " When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, 
" The rivers of v/oe ihall not thee overflow ; 

" For I will be with thee, thy troubles to blefs, 
" And fanclify to thee, thy deeped diftrefs. 

5 " When thro' fiery trials thy pathway fhall lie, 
" My grace ali-fufficient (hall be thy fupply; 
" The flame (hall not hurt thee, I only deiign 
" Thy drofs to confume, and thy gold to refine. 

6 " Even down to old age, all my people mall prove 
" My fovereign, eternal, unchangeable love. 

" And when hoary hairs (hall their temples adorn, 
" Like lambs they (hall ftill in my bofom be borne. 

7 " The foul that on Jefus hath lean'd for repofe, 
*' / will ndty I will not defert to his foes ; 

*' That foul, tho* all hell mould endeavour to fhake, 
" I' It never, no never, no never forfake *." 

* Agreeable to Dr, Doccri.Jge's TranHation ef Heb. :ciii. 5. 



CXXIX. CM. Medley. 

The Incarnation of Ch rist, Luke ii. 1^. 

t TV/TO RTALS, awake, with angels join, 
■*■***• And chaunt the folemn lay ; 
Joy» love and gratitude combine 
To hail th* aufpicious day. 

z In heaven the rapturous fong began, 
A nd fweet feraphic fire 
Thro' all the mining regions ran, 
And fining and tun'd the lyre. 

3 Swift thro* the vaft expanfe it flew, 

And loud the echo roll'd ; 
The theme, the fong, the joy was new, 
'Twas more than heaven could hold. 

4 Down thro' the portals of the (ley 

Th* impetuous torrent ran ; 
And angels flew with eager joy 
To bear the news to man. 

5 [Wrapt in the filence of the night 

Lay all the eaftern world, 
When burfting, glorious, heavenly light 
The wondrous fcene unfurPd.] 

$ Hark ! the cherubic armies ftiout, 
And glory leads the fong : 
Good-will and peace are heard throughout 
Th* harmonious heavenly throng. 

OF CHRIST. 130- 

7 [O for a glance of heavenly love 

Our hearts and fongs to raife; 

Sweetly to bear our fouls above, 

And mingle with their lays!] 

8 With joy the chorus we'll repeat, 

" Glory to God on high ; 
" Good- will and peace are now complete, 
" jf e f us was b° rn to die." 

9 Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail ! 

Redeemer, brother, friend ! 
Tho' earth, and time, and life mould fail, 
Thy praife fhall never end. 

CXXX. 7 s. J. C. W. 

The Song of the Angels. 

1 TTARK, the herald angels fing, 
•■"*»< Glory to the new-born King ; 
" Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 

" God and finners reconciled." 

2 Joyful, all ye nations, rife, 
Join the triumph of the fides ; 

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace r . 
Hail the Sun of JLighteoufnefs ! 

3 [Mild he lays his glory by, 

Born, that men no more might die ; 
Born, to raife the fons of earth, 
Born, to give them fecond birth.] 

Come, defire of nations, come, 
Fix in us thy humble home ; 
Rife, the woman's promis'd feed 5 
Bruife in us the ferpent's head. 


!j?7 THE INC Alt NAT! 61* 

5 Glory to the new-born King, 
Let us all the anthem ling, 
*' Peace on earth, ,and mercy mild, 
" God and Tinners reconcil'd !" 

CXXXL C. M. Steele. 

The Incarnation, John i. 14. 

i A WAKE, awake the facred fong 
-*■ ■*- To our incarnate Lord; 
Let every heart, and every tongue 
Adore the eternal Word. 

2 That awful word, that fovereign power, 

By whom the worlds were made ; 
(O happy morn ! illuftrious hour !) 
Was once in flefh array'd ! 

3 Then fhone almighty power and love, 

In all their glorious forms ; 

When jcfus left his throne above 

To dwell with finful worms. 

4 To dwell with mifery below, 

The Saviour left the fkies ; 
And funk to wretchednefs and woe, 
That worthlefs man might rife. 

5 Adoring angels tun'd their fongs 

To hail the joyful day ; 
With rapture then, let mortal tongues 
Their grateful worfhip pay. 

6 What glory, Lord, to thee is due ! 

With wonder we adore ; 
But could we fing as angels do, 
Our highefr praife were poor. 


!XXXIL 8. 7. 4. Lewes Tune. Robinson-, 

Praifc to the Redeemer. 

MIGHTY God, while angels blefs thee, 
May an infant Iifp thy name \ 
Lord of men as weli as angels, 

Thou art every creature's theme. 
Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Amen. 

Lorcl> of every land and nation, 

Ancient of eternal Days ! 
Sounded thro' the wide creation 

Be thy juft and lawful praife : Hal, 

For the grandeur of thy nature, 

Grand beyond a feraph's thought, 
For created works of power, 

Works with (kill and kindnefs wrought. Hal. 

For thy providence that governs 

Thro' thine empire's wide domain ; 

Wings an angel, guides a fparrow, 

BiefTed be thy gentle reign. Hal. 

But thy rich, thy free redemption, 

Dark thro' brightnefs all along ; 
Thought is poor, and poor expreflion, 

Who dare ling that awfal fong ? Hal. 

6 Brightnefs of the Father's glory, 
Shall thy praife unutter'd lie ? 

Fly, my tongue, fuch guilty filence ! 

Sing the Lord who came to die. Hal. 

7 Did archangels fing thy coming ? 
Did the fhepherds learn their lays ? 

Shame would cover me ungrateful, 

Should my tongue refufe to praife. Hal. 


133' I 34* THE LIp E and 

8 From the higheft throne in glory, 

To the crofs of deepeft: woe ; 
All to ranfom guilty captives, 

Flow my praife, for ever flow. Hal. 

9 Go return, immortal Saviour, 

Leave thy footftool, take thy throne ; 
Thence return and reign for ever, 

Be the kingdom all thine own. 
Hallelujah, &c. 

CXXXIII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
The condcfcending Grace of Christ, Matt. xx. 28* 

1 C AVIOUR of men, and Lord of love, 
*^ How fweet thy gracious name ! 
With joy that errand we review, 

On which thy mercy came. 

2 While all thy own angelic bands 

Stood waiting on the wing, 

Charm'd with the honor to obey 

Their great eternal King ; 

3 For us, mean, wretched, finful men, 

Thou laid'ft that glory by ; 
Firft in our mortal flefh to ferve, 
Then in that flefh to die. 

4 Bought with thy fervice and thy blood, 

We doubly, Lord, are thine ; 
To thee our lives we would devote 
To thee our death refign. 


The Redeemer's Mejfage, Luke iv. 18, 19. 

J TTARK, the glad found, the Saviour comes, 
•"•-*■ The Saviour promis'd long ! 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a fong. 


2 On him the Spirit largely pour'd, 

Exerts his facred fire ; 
Wifdom and might, and zeal and love 
His holy bread infpire. 

3 He comes the prifoners to releafe, 

In fatan's bondage held, 
The gates of brafs before him burfl, 
The iron fetters yield. 

4 He comes, from thickeft films of vice 

To clear the mental ray ; 
And on the eyes opprefs'd with night, 
To pour ceieftial day. 

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding foul to cure ; 
And with the treafures of his grace, 
T* inrich the humble poor. 

6 Our glad ho/annas. Prince of Peace, 

Thy welcome (hall proclaim ; 
And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 

CXXXV. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Christ's Transfiguration, Matt. xvii. 4. 

1 YX7"HEN at this diftance, Lord, we trace 

* * The various glories of thy face, 
What tranfport pours o'er all our breafr, 
And charms our cares and woes to reft ! 

2 With thee in the obfcureft cell 

On fome bleak mountain would I dwell, 
Rather than pompous courts behold, 
And fhare their grandeur and their gold. 


3 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy 1 
Raptures divine my thoughts employ ; 
I fee the King of Glory (hine ; 
And feel his love, and call him mine, 

4 On Tabor, thus his fervants vievv'd 
His luftre, when transform'd he ftood ; 
And, bidding earthly fcenes farewell, 
Cried, " Lord, 'tis pleafant here to dwell." 

5 Yet flill our elevated eyes 

To nobler vifions long to rife ; 
That grand affembly would we join, 
Where all thy faints around thee mine. 

6 That mount how bright ! thofe forms how fair ! 
'Tis good to dwell for ever there : 

Come, death* dear envoy of my God, 
And bear me to that blefr. abode. 

CXXXVI. L. M. Whitefield's Collection. 
Behold the Man, John xix. 5. 

3 "Y'E that pafs by, behold the man, 

* The man of grief condemn'd for you, 
The Lamb of God for finners flain, 
Weeping to Calvary purfue. 

2 His facred limbs they ftretch, they tear, 
With nails they fallen to the wood — 
His facred limbs — expos'd and bare, 
Or only cover'd with his blood. 

3 See there ! his temples crown'd with thorns, 
His bleeding hands extended wide, 

His dreaming feet tranfix'd and torn, 
The fountain gufiiing from his fide. 


4 Thou dear, thou fuffering Son of God, 
How doth thy heart to finners move ! 
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood, 
And melt us with thy dying love ! 

5 The earth could to her centre quake, 
Convuls'd, when her Creator died ; 
O may our inmofr nature fhake, 
And bow with Jefus crucified ! 

6 At thy laft gafp, the graves difplay'd 
Their horrors to the upper flcies ; 

O that cur fouls might burft the made, 
And quicken'd by thy death, arife ! 

7 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, 
And tremble, and afunder part ; 

O rend, with thy expiring breath, 
The harder marble of our heart. 

CXXXVII. L. M. Steele. 

A dying Saviour* . 

i OTRETCH'D on the crofs the Saviour dies, 
*^ Hark ! his expiring groans arife ! 
See, from his hands, his feet, his fide, 
Runs down the facred crimfon tide ! 

2 But life attends the deathful found, 
And flows from every bleeding wound ; 
The vital ftream, how free it flows, 
To fave and cleanfe his rebel foes ! 

3 To fuffer in the traitor's place, 
To die for man, furprifmg grace ! 
Yet pafs rebellious angels by — 

O why for man, dear Saviour, why ? 

• See Hymn on Redemrtidc, and the Lord's S: 



4 And didft thou bleed, for flnners bleed ? 
And could the fun behold the deed? 
No, he withdrew his fickening ray, 

' And darknefs veil'd the morning day. 

5 Can I furvey this fcene of woe, 
Where mingling grief and wonder flow ; 
And yet my heart unmov'd remain, 
Infenfible to love or pain ? 

6 Come, deareft Lord., thy grace impart, 
To warm this cold, this ftupid heart; 
'Till all its powers and paflions move 
In melting grief, and ardent love. 

CXXXVIII. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett, 

The Attraftion of the Crofs t John xii. 32. 

1 VONDER— amazing fight!— I fee 

* Th' incarnate Son of God, 
Expiring on the accurfed tree, 
And welt'ring in his blood. 

2 Behold a purple torrent run 

Down from his hands and head : 
The crimfon tide puts out the fun ; 
His groans awake the dead. 

3 The trembling earth, the darken'd fky 

Proclaim the truth aloud ; 
And with the amaz'd centurion cry, 
" This is the Son of God. 1 * 

4 So great, fo vafl: a facrifice 

May well my hope revive : 
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, 
The (Inner fare may live. 


5 O that thefe cords of love divine, 
Might draw me, Lord, to thee ! 
Thou haft my heart, it (hall be thine — 
Thine it mall ever be ! 


The dying Love of Christ, conftraining to thankful 
Devotion, 2 Cor. v. 14, 15. 

1 G EE, Lord, thy willing fubjefb bow, 
^ Adoring row before thy throne : 
Accept our humble, cheerful vow, 
Thou art our fovereign, thou alone. 

2 Beneath thy foul-reviving ray, 
E'en cold affliction's wintry gloom 
Shall brighten into vernal day, 
And hopes and joys immortal bloom. 

3 Smile on our fouls and bid us ling, 
In concert with the choir above, 
The glories of our Saviour King, 
The condefcenfions of his love. 

4 Amazing love ! that ftoop'd fo low, 
To view with pity's melting eye 
Vile men, deferving endlefs woe i 
Amazing love ! — did Jefus die? 

5 He died, to raife to life and joy 
The vile, the guilty, the undone ; 
O let his praife each hour employ, 
'Till hours no more their circles run ! 

6 He died ! — ye feraphs, tune your fongs, 
Refound, refound the Saviour's name : 
For nought below immortal tongues 
Can ever reach the wondrous theme. 


CXL. 148th. Refurreclion Tune. 
Dr. Doddridge. 

The Refur reel ion of Christ, Luke xxiv. 34. 

1 "Y"ES, the Redeemer rofe ; 

•*■ The Saviour left the dead ; 
And o'er our hellifli foes 
High rais'd his conquering head : 

In wild difmay 

The guards around 

Fall to the ground, 

And (ink away. 

2 Lo ! the angelic bands 
In full affembly meet, 

To wait his high commands, 
And worfhip at his feet : 

Joyful they come, 

And wing their way 

From realms of day 

To Jefus' tomb. 

3 Then back to heaven they fly, 
The joyful news to bear : 
Hark! as thsy foar on high, 
What mufic fills the air ! 

Their anthems fay, 
" J ejus who bled 
" Hath left the dead ; 
" He rofe to-day." 

4 Ye mortals, catch the found, 
Redeem'd by him from hell ; 
And fend the echo round 

The Globe on which you dwell : 
Tranfported cry, 
" Jejus who bled 
" Hath left the dead 
" No more to die." 


5 All hail, triumphant Lord, 
Who fav'ft us with thy blood'! 
Wide be thy nair,e ador'd, 
Thou rifmg, reigning God! 

With thee v/e rife, 

With thee we reign. 

And empires gain 

Beyond the floes. 

CXLI. 7 s. 

The RefurreB'ion^ I Cor. xv. $6. 

1 /^HRIST, the Lord, is rifen to-day, 
^ Sons of men, and angels fay, 
Raife your joys and triumphs high, 
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 

2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
Fought the fight, the battle won : 
Lo ! the fun's eclipfe is o'er, 

Lo ! he fets in blood no more. 

3 Vain the flone, the watch, the feal, 
Chr'ijl hath burft the gates of hell : 
Death in vain borbids his rife, 
Chr'tjl hath opened paradife. 

4 Lives again our glorious King, 

" Where, O death, is now thy fling V* 

Once he dy'd otfr fouls to fave ; 

" Where's thy victory, boafting grave ?" 

5 Soar we now where Chrtfl has led, 
Following our exalted head, 
Made like him, like him we rife, 
Ours the crofs, the grave, the fki«s. 

6 What tho' once we perifh'd all, 
Partner's of our parents' fall ; 
Second life let us receive, 

La our heavenly Adam live; 

V, a f 



7 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven ! 
Praife to thee by both be given ! 
Thee we greet triumphant now, 
Hail i the rcfurrtclion — thou. 

CXLII. 7s. Hart's Tune. 

The Rcfnrreftion and Afcenfion, 

1 A NGELS, roll the rock away, 
•*•*■ Death yield up thy mighty prey : 
See ! be rifes fiom the tomb, 

Glowing with immortal bloom. Hallelujah. 

2 'Tis the Saviour, angels, raife 
Fame's eternal trump of praife ; 
JLet the earth's remotert bound 

Hear the joy-infpiring found. Hal. 

3 Now, ye faints, lift up your eyes, 
Now to glory fee him rife, 

In long triumph up the iky, 

Up to waiting worlds on high. Hal. 

4 Heaven difplays her portals wide, 
Glorious hero, through them ride ; 
King of Glory, mount thy throne, 

Thy great Father's, and thy own. Hal. 

5 Praife him, all ye heavenly choirs, 
Praife, and fweep your golden lyres ; 
Shout, O earth, in rapturous fong, 

Let the drains be fweet and ftrong. Hal; 

6 Every note with wonder fwell, 
Sin o'erthrown, and captiv'd hell ; 
Where is hell's once dreaded king ! 

Where, O death, thy mortal fting 1 - Hal. 



Christ'^ RefurreHion a Pledge of ours, 

1 TT7"HEN I the holy grave furvey, 

* * Where once my Saviour deign'd to lie ; 
I fee fulfill'd what prophets fay, 
And all the power of death defy. 

2 This empty tomb (hall now proclaim 
How weak the bands of conquer'd death : 
Sweet pledge, that all who trud his name 
Shall rife, and draw immortal breath I 

3 [Our Surety freed, declares us free, 
For whefe offences he was feiz'd : 
In his releafe our own we fee, 

And ihout to view Jehovah pleas'd. J 

4 Jefus, once number'd with the dead, 
Unfeals his eyes to fteep no more ; 
And ever lives their caufe to plead, 
For whom the pains of death he bore. 

5 Thy rifen Lord, my foul, behold ; 
See the rich diadem he wears ! 
Thou too malt bear an harp of gold, 
To crown thy joy when he appears. 

6 Tho' in the duft I lay my head, 

Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave 
My fle!h for ever with the dead, 
Nor Jofe thy children in the grave. 

CXLIV. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Comfort to fitch ivho feek a rifen Jesus, 
Matt, xxviii. 5, 6. 
1 VE humble fouls, that feek the Lord t 
**• Chafe all your fears away : 
And bow with pleaiure down to fee 
The place where Jefus lay. 


2 Thus low, the Lord of life was brought ; 

Such wonders love can do ; 
Thus cold in death that bofom lay, 
Which throbb'd and bled for you. 

3 A -moment give a loofe to grief, 

Let grateful forrows rife ; 
And wafh the bloody flains away, 
With torrents from your eyes. 

4 Then dry your tears, and tune your fongs. 

The Saviour lives again ; 
Not all the bolts and bars of death 
The conqueror could detain. 

5 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears 

His once difhonor'd head ; 
And thro* unnumber'd years he reigns,. 
Who dwelt among the dead. 

6 With joy like his fhall every faint 

His empty tomb furvey ; 
Then rife, with his afcending Lord, 
To realms of endlefs day. 

CXLV. L. M. Chefhunt New Tune. 
Wesley's Collection. 

Christ'.? Afccnfwn^ Pfalm xxiv. 7. 

1 ^~\UR Lord is rifen from the dead, 
^^ Our Jefvs is gone up on high ; 
The powers of hell are captive led, 
Dragg'd to the portals of the fky. 

2 There his triumphal chariot waits 
And angels chant the folemn lay ; 

" Lift up yonr heads, ye heavenly gates ! 
•* Ye everlafling doors give way !" 


2 Lonfe all vour bars of mafTy light, 

A fid wide unfold the radiant fcene ; 

He claims thofe manfions as his right, 

Receive the King of Glory in. 
4. " Who is the King of Glory, who V 

The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, 

The world, fin, death, and hell o'erthrew, 

And Jefus is the conqueror's name. 

5 Lo ! his triumphant chariot waits, 
And angels chant the folemn lay, 

M Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! 
" Ye everlafting doors give way !" 

6 " Who is the King of Glory, who ?" 
The Lord of boundlefs power pofTefc, 
The King of faints and angels too, 
God over all, for ever blelt ! 

CXLVI. 148th. Dr. Doddridge. 
Jesus feen of Angels, l Tim. iii. 16. 

1 f^\ YE immortal throng 

^-^ Of angels round the throne, 
Join with our feeble fong 
To make the Saviour known s 

On earth ye knew 

His wondrous grace, 

His beauteous face 

In heaven ye view. 

2 Ye faw the heaven -born child 
In human flefh array'd, 
Benevolent and mild, 
While in the manger laid ; 

And praife to Goth 
And peace on earth, 
For fuch a birth, 
Proclaim'd aloud. 


3 Ye in the wildernefs 
Beheld the tempter fpoil'd, 
Well known in every drefs, 
In every combat foil'd ; 

And joy'd to crown 
The victor's head, 
When fatan fled 
Before his frown. 

4 Around the bloody tree 

Ye prefs'd with ftrong defire, 
That wondrous fight to fee, 
The Lord of life expire ; 
And, could your eyes 
Have known a tear, 
Had dropp'd it there 
In fad furprife. 

5 Around his facred tomb 
A willing watch ye keep ; 
Till the bleft moment com* 
To roufe him from his deep ; 

Then rolPd the (lone, 
And all ador'd 
Your rifing Lord, 
With joy unknown. 

d When all array'd in light 
The mining conqueror rode, 
Ye haiPd his rapturous flight 
Up to the throne of God ; 

And wav'd around 

Your golden wings, 

And {truck your firings, 

Of fweeteft found. 


7 The warbling notes purfue, 
And louder anthems raifc ; 
While mortals fing with you 
Their own Redeemer's praife : 

And thou, my heart, 

With equal flame, 

And joy the fame, 

Perform thy part. 

CXLVII. L. M. Steele. 
The exalted Saviour. 

1 "VfOW let us raife our cheerful (trains, 
-*-^ And join the blifsful choir above ; 
There our exalted Saviour reigns, 
And there they fing his wondrous love. 

2 While feraphs tune th' immortal fong, 
O may we feel the facred flame ; 
And every heart and every tongue 
Adore the Saviour's glorious name ! 

3 Jefus, who once upon the tree 
In agonizing pains expir'd ; 

Who dy'd for rebels — yes, 'tis he ! 
How bright ! how lovely ! how admir'd I 

4 Jefus, who dy'd that we might live, 
Dy'd in the wretched traitor's place ;-— 
O what returns can mortals give, 

For fuch. immeafurable grace ? 
$ Were univerfai nature ours, 

And art with all their boafted More ; 

Nature and art with all their powers, 

Would fHH confefs the offerer poor ! 
6 Yet tho' for bounty fo divine ! 

We ne'er can equal honors raife, 

Jefusy may all cur hearts be thine, 

And all our torques proclaim thy praife ! 


CXLVIII. L. M. Dr. Watts's Miscell: 

The Humiliation y Exaltation, and Triumphs o/*Christ, 
Phil. ii. 8, 9. Col. ii. 15. 

1 THHE mighty frame of glorious grace, 

-*- That brighteft monument of praife 
That e'er the God of love defign'd, 
Employs and fills my laboring mind. 

2 Begin, my foul, the heavenly fong, 
A burden for an angel's tongue : 
When Gabriel founds thefe awful thtng? 2 
He tunes and fummons all his firings. 

3 Proclaim inimitable love. 
J'fus, the Lord of worlds above, 
Puts off the beams of bright array, 
And veils the God in mortal clay. 

4 He that diftributes crowns and thrones 
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans : 
The Prince of life religns his breath, 
The King of glory bows to death. 

5 But fee the wonders of his power, 
He triumphs in his dying hour, 
And, while by fatan's rage he fell, 
He dafli'd the rifing hopes of hell. 

6 Thus were the hods of death fubdu'd, 
And fin was drown'd in Jefu's blood : 
Then he arofe, and reigns above, 
And conquers finners by his love. 

7 Who (hall fulfil this boundlefs fong ? 
The theme furmounts an angel's tongue; 
How low, how vain are mortal airs, 
When Gabriel's nobler harp defpairs I 


CXLIX. 148th. Greenwich New Tune. 
The Kingdom of Ch&ist, Phil. iv. 4. 

"H EJOICE, the x. 
-*-^- Your God and 

Lord is Kin; 
id King adore ; 
Mortals, give thanks, and ling, 
And iriumph evermore ! 
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
Rejoice aloud, ye faints, rejoice. 

Rejoice, the Saviour reigns, 

The God of truth and love ; 

When he had purg'd our (tains, 

He took his feat above : 
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
Rejoice aloud, ye faints, rejoice. 

His kingdom cannot fail, 

He rules o'er earth and heaven ; 

The keys of death and hell 

Are to our J ejus given : 
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
Rejoice aloud, ye faints, rejoice. 

He all his foes (hall quell, 

Shall all our fins deftroy; 

And every bofom fwell 

With pure feraphic joy ; 
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
Rejoice aloud, ye faints, rejoice. 

Rejoice in glorious hope, 

Jefus the judge mail come, 

And take his fervants up 

To their eternal home : 
We foon mail hear th' archangel's voice, 
The trump of God fhall found rejoice. 



CL. 104th. Fawcett. 

"The Fulnefs of Christ, John i. 16. Col. L 19. 

FULNESS refides 
In Jefus our head, 
And ever ab" !es 

To anfwer our need ; 
The Father's good pleafure 

Has laid up in flore, 
A plentiful treafure 

To give to the poor. 
Whate'er be our wants, 

We need not to fear \ 
Our numerous complaints 

His mercy will hear : 
His fulnefs mail yield us 

Abundant fupplies ; 
His power mall fhield us 

When dangers arife. 
The fountain o'erflows 

Our woes to redrefs, 
Still more he beftows, 

And grace upon grace : 
His gifts in abundance 

We daily receive ; 
He has a redundance 

For all that believe. 
Whatever diftrefs 

Awaits us below, 
Such plentiful grace 

Will Jefus beftow, 
As ftill mail fupport us, 

And filence our fear ; 
For nothing can hurt us. 

While Jffus is near, 


When troubles attend, 

Or danger or ftrife, 
His love will defend 

And guard us thro' life: 
And when we are fainting, 

And ready to die, 
Whatever is wanting, 

His hand will fupply. 

CLI. 8s. New Jerufalem Tune. 

The unfe arch able Riches of Christ, Eph. iii. 8. 

TTOW (hall I my Saviour fet forth > 
•*■ ^ How fhall I his beauties declare ? 
O how fhall I fpeak of his worth, 
Or what his chief dignities are ? 
His angels can never exprefs, 
Nor faints who fit neareft his throne, 
How rich are his treafures of grace :-— 
No ! this is a myftery unknown. 

In him all the fulnefs of God 
For ever tranfcendantly mines ; 
Tho' once like a mortal he flood 
To finifh his gracious defigns : 
Tho' once he was nail'd to the crofs, 
Vile rebels like me to fet free, 
His glory fafiained no lofs, 
Eternal his kingdom mall be. 

His wifdom, his love, and his power, 
Seem'd then with each other to vie, 
When finnsrs he ftcop'd to reftore, 
Poor flnners condemned to die ! 
He laid all his grandeur afide, 
And dwelt in a cottage of clay : 
Poor finners he jov'd, till he dy'd 
To wafh their pollutions away. 


4 O finners, believe and adore, 
This Saviour fo rich to redeem ! 
No creature can ever explore 
The treafures of goodnefs in him : 
Come, all ye who fee yourfelves loft, 
And feel yourfelves burden'd with fin, 
Draw near while with terror you're tofs'd ; 
Believe, and your peace fhall begin. 

5 Now, finners, attend to his call, 

•* Whofo hath an ear let him hear," 

He promifes mercy to all 

Who feel their fad wants, far and near : 

He riches has ever in (tore, 

And treafures that never can wade : 

Here's pardon, here's grace, yea and more, 

Here's glory eternal at laft. 

CLII. L. M. Steele. 

The Intercejfion of Christ, Heb. vii. 25, 

HE lives, the great Redeemer lives, 
(What joy the bleft afTurance gives ! ) 
And now before his Father God, 
Pleads the full merit of his blood. 

Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
And juftice arm'd with frowns appears ; 
But in the Saviour's lovely face 
Sweet mercy fmiles, and all is peace. 

Hence then, ye black defpairing thoughtSi 
Above our fears, above our faults 
His powerful interceffions rife 
And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 


4. In every dark diftrefsful hour, 

When fin and fatan join their power ; 
Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
That Jefus bears us on his heart. 

5 Great advocate, almighty friend-^ 
On him our humble hopes depend : 
Our caufe can never, never fail, 
For Jefus pleads, and mud prevail. 

CLIII. C. M. Toplady. 

Christ'* Inter cejfton prevalent, John xvii. 24. 

1 A WAKE, fweet gratitude, and fing 
•*- *• TV afcended Saviour's love ; 
Sing how he lives to carry on 

His people's caufe above. 

2 With cries and tears he ofTer'd up 

His humbled fuit below ; 
But with authority he alks, 
Enthron'd in glory now. 

3 For ail that come to God by him, 

Salvation he demands ; 
Points to their names upon his breaf;. 
And fpreads his wounded hands. 

4. His fweet atoning facriflce 

Gives fanclion to his claim : 

" Father, I will that all my faints 

" Be with me where I am : 

5 " By their falvation, recompenfe 
" The forrows I endur'd ; 
" Juft to the merits of thy Son, 
" And faithful to thy word." 


6 Eternal life, at his requeft, 

To every faint is given : 
Safety below, and, after death, 
The plenitude of heaven. 

7 [Founded on right, thy prayer avails, 

The Father fmiles on thee ; 
And now thou in thy kingdom art, 
Dear Lord, remember me. 

8 Let the much incenfe of thy prayer 

In my behalf afcend ; 
A nd as its virtue, fo my praife, 
Shall never never end. j 

CLIV. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Christ's Intercejfion typified by Aaron's Breaji-plate t 
Exodus xxviii. 29. 

I TwfOW let our cheerful eyes furvey 
-^ Our great high Prie(t above, 
And celebrate his constant care, 
And fympathetic love. 

Z Tho' rais'd to a fuperior throne, 
Where angels bow around, 
And high o'er all the mining train 
With matchlefs honors crown'd ; 

3 The names of all his faints he bears, 

Deep graven on his heart ; 
Nor (hall the meaneft Chriitian fay 
That he hath loll his part. 

4 Thofe characters mall fair abide, 

Our everlafting trull, 
When gems, and monuments, and crowns 
Are moulder'd down to dia'c. 


5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breaft 
May thy dear name be worn, 
A facred ornament and guard, 
To endlefs ages borne ! 

CLV. C. M. Dr. Doddridge, 

Christ' s Admonition to Peter under approaching*! 'rials , 
and Intercejfwn for him, Luke xxii. 31, 32. 

1 TTOW keen the tempters malice is ! 
-*- ■*■ How artful, and how great ! 
Tho' not one grain (hall be deftroy'd, 

Yet will he lift the wheat. 

2 But God can all his power control, 

And gather in his chain ; 
And, where he feems to triumph moll:, 
The captive foul regain. 

3 There is a Shepherd kind and ftrong, 

Still watchful for his fheep ; 
Nor (hall th' infernal lion rend, 
Whom he vouchfafes to keep. 

\ Bleit Jefvs, intercede for us, 
That we may fall no more ; 
O raife us when we proftrate lie, 
And comfort loft reltore. 

5 Thy fecret energy impart, 

That faith may never fail ; 
But, 'midft whole mowers of fiery darts, 
That temper'd fhield prevail. 

6 Secur'd ourfelves by grace divine, 

We'll guard our brethren too ; 
And, taught their frailty by our own, 
Our care of them renew. 



Adyocate, i John ii. r. 

1 "ITTHERE is my God? does he retire 

^* Beyond the reach of humble fighs ? 
Are thefe v/eak breathings of defire, 
Too languid to afcend the flues ? 

2 No, Lord, the breathings of defire, 
The weak petition, iffincere, 

Is not forbidden to afpire, 
But reaches thy all-gracious ear. 

3 Look up, my foul, with cheerful eye, 
See where the great Redeemer ftands, 
The glorious advocate on high, 
With precious incenfe in his hands. 

a. He fweetens every humble groan, 
He recommends each broken prayer; 
Recline thy hope on him alone, 
Whofe power and love forbid defpair. 

5 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord, 
With ftronger faith to call thee mine ; 
Bid me pronounce the blifsful word, 
My Father, God, with joy divine. 

* Thefe characters of Chrifl follow one another Alphabe- 
tically. Others which it was neceffary to place undef 
diiferert head?, may be found in the Index. 


CLVII. L. M. General Baptifl; Collection. 

Brazen Serpent, Numb. xxi. 8, 9. 

"J Y7"HEN Ifrael's grieving tribes complain'd, 

* * With fiery ferpent's greatly pain'd, 
A ferpent (Irait the prophet made 
Of molten brafs, to view difplay'd. 

Around the fainting crowds attend, 
To heaven their mournful fighs afcend ; 
They hope, they look, while from the pole 
Defcends a power that makes them whole. 

But, O, what healing to the heart 
Doth our Redeemer's crofs impart ! 
What life, by faith, our fouls receive i 
What pleafures do his forrows give ! 

Still may I view the Saviour's crofs, 
And other objects count but lofs ; 
Here dill be iix'd my featied eyes, 
Enraptur'd with his facrifice ! 

Jefus the Saviour ! balmy name ! 

Thy worth my tongue would now proclaim ; 

By thy atonement fet mc free, 

My life, my hope is all from thee. 

CLVIII. L. M. Fawcett. 

Bread of Life, John vi. 35, 48. 

TTjEPRAVED minds on allies feed, 
•*-' Nor love, nor feek for heavenly breads 
They chufe the hulks which fwine do eat, 
Or meanly crave the ferpent's meat. 

Jefus, thou art the living bread, 
By which our needy fouls are fed : 
In thee alone thy children find 
Enough to fill the empty mind. 
^ T 1 


3 Without this bread, I frarve and die j 
No other can my need fupply : 

But this will fuit my wretched cafe, 
Abroad, at home, in every place. 

4 'Tis this relieves the hungry poor, 
Who afk for bread at mercy's door, 
This living food defcends from heaven, 
As manna to the Jews was giv'n. 

5 This precious food my heart revives, 
What ftrength, what nourifhment it gives 1 . 
O let me evermore be fed 

With this divine celeftial bread ! 

CLIX. L. M. Fawcett. 

Bridegroom and Husband; or, the Marriage 
between Christ and the SouL 

1 TESUS, the heavenly lover, gave 

** His life my wretched foul to fave ; 
RefolvM to make his mercy known, 
He kindly claims me for his own. 

2 Rebellious, I againft him flrove 
'Till melted and conftrain'd by love ; 
With fin and felf I freely part, 

The heavenly bridegroom wins my heart* 

3 My guilt, my wretchednefs he knows, 
Yet takes and owns me for his fpoufe ; 
My debts he pays, and fets me free, 
And makes his riches o'er to me. 

4 My filthy rags are laid afide, 

He clothes mt as becomes his bride ; 
Himfelf bellows my wedding-drefs, 
The robe of Derfecl rishteonfnefs. 


5 Loft in aftoniftiment, I fee, 
Jefus, thy boundlefs love to me ; 
With angels I thy grace adore, 

And long to love and praife thee more. 

6 Since thou wilt take me for thy bride, 

keep me, Saviour, near thy fide ; 

1 fain would rive thee all my heart, 
Nor ever from my Lord depart. 

CLX. L. M. Beddome. 

Bright and Morning Star, Rev. xxii. 16. 

1 "Y"E worlds of light, that roll fo near 

-*• The Saviour's throne of mining blifs^ 
O tell how mean your glories are, 
How faint, and few, compar'd with his. 

2 We fing the bright and morning-ftar 
[Jefusy the fpring of light and love j) 
See how its rays diffus'd from far, 
Conduct us to the realms above. 

3 Its cheering beams, fpread wide abroad, 
Point out the puzzled Chriftian's way - y 
Still as he goes he finds the road 
Enlighten'd with a conftant day. 

4 [Thus when the eaflern Magi brought 
Their royal gifts, a ftar appears, 
Directs them to the babe they fought, 

And guides their fieps, and calms their fears.] 

5 When fhall we reach the heavenly place, 
Where this bright (tar will brighteft fhine j 
Leave far behind thefe fcenes of night, 
And view a luflre fo divine ? 


CLXI. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Chief among Ten Thousand; or, the Excellenciet 
of Christ, Cant. v. 10 — 16. 

1 Y I 7 Ghrijl, the LorJ, let every tongue 

*■ Its nobleft tribute bring : 
When he's the fubject of the for.g, 
Who can refufe to fing? 

2 Survey the beauties of his face, 

And on his glories dwell ; 
Think of the wonders of his grace, 
And all his triumphs tell. 

3 MajePiic fweetnefs fits enthron'd 

Upon his awful brow ; 
His head with radiant glories crown'dj 
His lips with grace o'erflow. 

4 No mortal can with him compare, 

Among the fons of men : 
Fairer he is than all the fair 
That fill the heavenly train. 

5 He faw me plung'd in deep dillrefs, 

He fled to my relief; 
For me he bore the fhameful ciofs, 
And carried all my grief. 

6 His hand a thoufand blefiings pours 

Upon my guilty head : 
His prefence gilds my darkeft hours, 
And guards my fieeping bed. 

*j To him I owe my life and breath, 
And all the joys I have : 
He makes me triumph over death, 
And faves me from the grave. 


8 To heaven the place of his abode 

He brings my weary feet ! 
Shews me the glories of my GW» 
And makes my joys complete. 

9 Since from his bounty I receive, 

Such proofs of love divine, 
Had I a thoufand hearts to give, 
Lord, they mould all be thine. 

CLXII. 8. 7. Madan's Collection. 
Consolation of Israel, Luke ii. 25. 

1 POME, thou long expected Jcfust 
^ Born to fet thy people free ; 
From our fears and fins releafe us, 

Let us find our reft in thee : 
IfraePs ftrength and confolation, 

Hope of all the faints thou art ; 
Dear defire of every nation, 

Joy of every longing heart. 

2 Born thy people to deliver ; 

Born a child and yet a King ; 
Born to reign in us for ever, 

Now thy gracious kingdom bring : 
By thine own eternal Spirit, 

Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
By thine all-fufficient merit, 

Raife us to thy glorious throne. 

CLXIII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Corner-Stone, 1 Pet. ii. 6. Ifa. xxviii. 16, 17 

I "II" ORD, doll thou fnew a corner-ftone 
"■"^ For us to build our hopes upon, 
That the fair edifice may rife 
Sublime in light beyond the fides ? 


2 We own the work of foverelgn love, 
Nor death nor hell the hopes mall move, 
Which fix'd on this foundation ftand, 
Laid by thine own almighty hand. 

3 Thy people long this ftone have tried, 
And all the powers of hell defy'd ; 
Floods of temptation beat in vain ; 
Well doth this rock the houfe fuftain. 

4 When ftorms of wrath around prevail, 
Whirlwind and thunder, fire, and hail, 
'Tis here our trembling fouls mail hide, 
And here fecurely they abide : 

5 While they that fcorn this precious (lone, 
Fond of fome quickfand of their own, 
Borne down by weighty vengeance die, 
And buried deep in ruin lie. 

Desire of all Nations, Hag. ii. 7. Cant. i. 3, 

1 jNFINITE excellence is thine, 
J- Thou lovely Prince of grace ! 
Thy uncreated beauties mine 
With never-fading rays. 

z Sinners from earth's remotefl end 
Come bending at thy feet ; 
To thee their prayers and vows afcend, 
In thee their wifhes meet. 

3 Thy name, as precious ointment fried, 
Delights the church around ; 
Sweetly the facred odors fpread 
Thro' all Immanuel's ground. 


4 Millions of happy fpirits live 

On thy exhautrlefs (tore ; 
From thee they all their blifs receive, 
And ftill thou giveft more. 

5 Thou art their triumph and their joy : 

They find their all in thee ; 
Thy glories will their tongues employ 
Thro* all eternity. 

CLXV. CM. StamfordTune. Dodtjeudge. 
The Door, John x. 9. Hofea ii. 15. 

1 A WAKE, our fouls, and blefs his name, 
•*■ *• Whofe mercies never fail ; 

Who opens wide a door of hope 
In Achor*^ gloomy vale. 

2 Behold the portal wide difplay'd, 

The buildings ftrong and fair ; 
Within are paftures frefh and green, 
And living ltreams are there. 

3 Enter, my foul, with cheerful hade, 

For J ejus is the door ; 
Nor fear the ferpent's wily arts, 
Nor fear the lien's roar. 

4 O may thy grace the nations lead, 

And Jews and Gentiles come, 
All traveling thro' one beauteous gate 
To one eternal home ! 

CLXVI. L. M. Steels. 

Our Example, John xiii. 15. 

* A ND is the gofpel peace and love ? 
•^ *• Such let our converfation be : 
The ferpent blended with the Dove, 
Wifdom and meek fimplicity. 


2 Whene'er the angry patlions rife, 

And tempt, our thoughts or tongues to ft rife, 
To jtfis let us lift our eyes, 
Bright pattern of the chriltian life ! 

3 O how benevolent and kind ! 
Row mild ! how ready to forgive ! 
Be this the temper of our mind, 
And thefe the rules by which we live. 

4 To do his heavenly Father's will, 
Was his employment and delight ; 
Humility and holy zeal 

Shone' his life, divinely bright ! 

5 Difpeniing good where'er he came, 
The labors of his life were love ; 
O, if we lcve the Saviour's name, 
Let his divine example move. 

6 But ah how blind ! how weak we are ! 
How frail ! how apt to turn afide ! 
Lord, we depend upon thy care, 
And aik thy Spirit for our guide. 

7 Thy fair example may we trace, 
To teach us what we ought to be ; 
Make us by thy transforming grace, 
Dear Saviour, daily more like thee. 

CLXVII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Forerunner and Foundation of our Hep:, 
Heb. vi. 19, 20. 

1 TESUS the Lord, our fouls adore, 
^ A painful fufferer now no more ; 
High on 'lis Father's throne he reigns 

to to 

O'er earth, and heaven's extenfive plains. 


2 His race for ever is complete : 
For ever undilturb'd his feat ; 
Myriads of angels round him 
.And fing his well gain'd victory. 

3 Yet, 'midft the honors of his throe:, 
He joys not for himfelf alone ; 

His meaneft. icrvants fnare their part, 
Share in that royal tender heart. 

4. Raife, raife, my foul, thy rartar'd fight, 
With facred wonder and delight ; 
Jefus thy own forerunner fee 
Enter'd beyond the veil for thee. 

5 Loud let the howling temped yell, 
And foaming waves to mountains fwell, 
No ihipwreck can my vefiel fear, 
Since hope hath fix'd its anchor hers. 

CLXVJIL A3 the 104th. Hart. 
Fountain opened for 

1 HTHE fountain of Cbrtft, 

-*- Lord, help us to fing, 
The blood of our Priefr, 

Our crucify'd King ; 
The fountain that cleanfes 

From fin and from filth, 
And richly difpenfes 

Salvation and health. 

2 This fountain fo dear 

He'll freely impart; 
When piere'd by the fpear, 

It flow'd from his heart, 
With blood and with water, 

The firjft to atone, 

U 2 


To cleanfe us the latter ; 
The fountain's but one. 

3 This fountain from guilt 

Not only makes pure, 
And gives, foon as felt, 

Infallible cure $ 
Eat if guilt removed, 

Return and remain, 
Its power may be proved 

Again and again. 

^ This fountain unfeal'd 

Stands open for all 
Who long to be heal'd, 

The great and the fmall : 
Here's ftrength for the weakly 

That hither are led ; 
Here's health for the fickly, 

And life for the dead. 

5 This fountain tho' rich, 

From charge is quite clear, 
The poorer the wretch 

The weicomer here : 
Come needy, and guilty, 

Come loathfome, and bare ; 
Tho' lep'rous and filthy, 

Come juft as you are. 

6 This fountain in vain 

Has never been try'd, 
It takes out all ftain 

Whenever apply'd : 
The fountain flows fweetly 

With virtue divine, 
To cleanfe fouls completely, 

Tho' len'rcus as mine. 


CLXIX. C. M. Cowper. 
Praifefor the Fountain opened. 

THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
Drawn from Immatiuel's veins ; 
And finners plung'd beneath that flood, 
Lofe all their guilty (kins. 

I The dying thief rejoic'd to fee 
That fountain in his day ; 
O may I there, tho' vile as he, 
Warn all my fins away ! 

J Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
Shall never lofe its power, 
'Till all the ranfom'd church of God 
Be fav'd to fin no more. 

4. E'er fince, by faith, I faw the dream 
Thy flowing wounds fupply, 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And mail be 'till I die. 

5 But when this lifping, ftammering tongue 
Lies filent in the grave, 
Then in a nobler, fweeter fong 
I'll ling thy power to fave. 

CLXX. L. M. Newton, 


J T)OOR, weak, and worthlefs tho' I am, 
■*• I have a rich almighty friend ; 
jfefus the Saviour, is his name, 
He freely loves, and without end. 

2 He ranfom'd me from hell with blood, 
And by his power my foes controll'd ; 
He found me wandering far from God, 
And brought me to his chofen foid. 


3 He cheers my heart, my want fupplies, 
And fays that I mall fhortiy be 
Enthron'd with him above the fldes, 

! what a friend is Chr'tjl to me ! 

Is this thy Klndnefs to thy Friend, 2 Sam. xvL 1 7 

4 But ah ! my in mod: fpirit mourns, 
And well my eyes with tears may fwim, 
To think of my perverfe returns ; 

I've been a fakhlefs friend to him. 

5 Often my gracious friend I grieve, 
Neglect, diftruft, and difobey, 
And often fatan's lies believe, 
Sooner than all my friend can fay. 

6 [He bids me always freely come, 
And promifes whatever I afk : 

But I am ftraiten'd, cold, and dumb, 
And count my privilege a talk. 

7 Before the world that hates his caufe, 

My treach'rous heart has throbb'd with fhamej 
Loth to forego the world's applaufe, 

1 hardly dare avow his name.] 

8 Sure were not I mofl vile and bafe, 
I could not thus my friend requite ! 
And were not he the God of grace, 
He'd frown and fpurn me from his fight. 

CLXXI. L. M. Beddome. 

Gift of God, John iii. 16. 2 Cor. ix. 15. 

S TESUS my love, my chief delight, 
J For thee I long, for thee I pray j 
Amid the fhadows of the night, 
Amid the bufmefs of the day. 


2 When {hall I fee thy fmiling face, 
That face which I have often feen ; 
Arife, thou Sun of Righteoufncfs, 
Scatter the clouds that intervene. 

3 Thou art the glorious gift of God, 
To finners weary and diiTreft; 
The firfi: of all his gifts beftow'd, 
And certain pledge of all the reft. 

4 Could I but fay this gift is mine, 
I'd tread the world beneath my feet ; 
No more at poverty repine, 

Nor envy the rich finaer's flate. 

5 The precious jewel I would keep, 
And lodge it deep within my heart ; 
At home, abroad, awake, afleep, 
It never (hould from thence depart ! 

CLXXII. C. M. Dr. Doddridgi 
Head of (he Church, Eph. iv. 15, 16, 

JESUS, I flag thymatchlefs grace, 
That calls a worm thy own ; 
Gives me among thy faints a place 
To make thy glories known. 

Allied to thee our vital head, 
We acl, and grow, and thrive : 

From thee divided, each is dead, 
When moft he feems alive. 

Thy faints on earth, and thofe above, 

Here join in fvveet accord : 
One body all in mutual love, 

And thou, our common Lord, 


4 O may my faith each hour derive 

Thy Spirit with delight ; 
While death and hell in vain {hall ftrivc 
This bond to difunite. 

5 Thou the whole body wilt prefent 

Before thy Father's face ; 
Nor fhall a wrinkle or a fpot 
Its beauteous form difgrace. 

CLXXIII. C. M. Liverpool Tunc. 
Dr. Doddridge. 

Jesus — precious to them that believe, I Pet. ii» J, 

i TESUS, I love thy charming name, 
** 'Tis mufic to my ear j 
Fain would T found it out fo loud, 
That earth and heaven might hear. 

2 Yes, thou art precious to my foul, 

My tranfport and my truft ; 
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
And gold is fordid duft. 

3 All my capacious powers can wife 

In thee doth richly meet ; 
Nor to my eyes is light fo dear, 
Nor friendfhip half fo fweet. 

4 Thy grace mall dwell upon my heart, 

And ihed its fragrance there ; 
The noblefr. balm of all its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 

5 I'll fpeak the honors of thy name* 

With my lad: labouring breath ; 
And dying clafp thee in my arms, 
The antidote of death. 


CLXXIV. 7s. Turin Tune. 
Tmmanuel, Matt. i. 23. 1 Tim. iii. 16. 

GOD with us! O glorious name ! 
Let it fhine in endlefs fame : 
God and man in Chr'ijl unite, 
O myfterious depth and height! 

God with us! amazing love 
Brought him from his courts above ; 
Now, ye faints, his grace admire, 
Swell the fong with holy fire. 

God with us! but tainted not 
With the firft tranfgrefibr's blot ; 
Yet did he our fins fuftain, 
Bear the guilt, the curfe, the pain. 

\God with us! O blifsful theme ! 
Let the impious not blafpheme, 
Jefus (hall in judgment fit, 
Dooming rebels to the pit.] 

God with us! O wondrous grace S 
Let us fee him face to face, 
That we may Immanuel fing, 
As we ought, our God and King. 

CLXXV. C. M. Steele. 

King of Saints. 

POME, ye that love the Saviour's name, 
^^ And joy to make it known, 
The fovereign of your heart proclaim, 
And bow before his throne. 

Behold your King, your Saviour crown'd 

With glories all divine ; 
And tell the wondering nations round, 

How bright thofe glories mine. 


3 Infinite power, and boundlefs grace, 

In him unite their rays ; 
You that have e'er beheld his face, 
Can you forbear his praife ? 

4 When in his earthly courts we view 

The gloiies of our King ; 
We long to love as angels do, 
And wim like them to fing. 

5 And (hall we long and wim in vain ; 

Lor J, teach our fongs to rife i 
Thy love can animate the drain, 
And bid it reach the fides. 

6 O happy period ! glorious day ! 

When heaven and earth mail raife, 
With all their powers the raptur'd lay, 
To celebrate thy praife. 

CLXXVI. CM. Miles's Lane Tune. W- 
Crown him* 

1 T> ACKSLTDERS, who your mifery feel, 
•LJ Attend your Saviour's call ; 

Retain, he'll your backflidings heal; 
O ctown him Lord of all. 

2 Though crimfon fin increafe your guilt, 

And painful is your thrall ; 
For broken hearts his blood was fpilt ; 
O crown him Lord of all. 

3 Take with you words, approach his throne* 

And lew before him fall ; 
lie understands the fpirit's groan; 
O crown him Lord of all. 


4. Whoever comes he'll not caft out, 
Altho' your faith be fmall ; 
His faithful nef3 you cannot doubt ; 
O crown him Lord of all. 

CLXXVIL C. M. Miles's Line Tune. 

T/'f fpirliual Coronation , Can;, lii. Ft. 

1 A LL-hail the power of Jefu*$ name ! 
■* ■*- Let angels proflrate fall : 

Bring forth the royal diadem, 
And crown him Lord of all. 


2 [Crown him ye martyrs of our God. 

Who from his altar call ; 
Extol the flem of JefTe's rod, 
And crown him Lord of all.] 

Converted Jews. 

3 [Ye chofen feed of Ifrael's race, 

A remnant weak and fmall ; 
Hail him who faves you by his grace, 
And crown him Lord of all.] 

Believing Gentiles. 

4 Ye Gentile finners, ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall ; 
Go — fpread your trophies at his feet, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

Sinners of every age. 

5 [Babes, men, and fires, who know his love? 

Who feel your fin and thrall ; 
Now joy with all the hofta above, 
And crown him Lord of all.] 
X 2 


Sinners of every nation. 

6 Let every kindred, every tribe 

On this terreftrial ball, 
To him all majefty afcribe, 
And crown him Lord of all. 


7 O that, with yonder facred throng, 

We at his feet may fall ; 
W:-:'ll join the everlajling fong, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

CLXXVIII. 112th. UffculmTune. C.Wesley. 

Kinsman, Ruth iii. 4. 9. 

1 YESUS, we claim thee for our own; 
•* Our kinfman near allied in blood, 
Flefh of our flefh, bone of our bone, 

The Son of man, the Son of God; 
And lo, we lay us at thy feet, 
Our fentence from thy mouth to meet. 

2 Partaker of my flefh below, 

To thee, O Jefus, I apply ; 
Thou wilt thy poor relations know, 

Thou never can ft thyfelf deny, 
Exclude me from thy guardian care, 
Or flight a finful beggar's prayer. 

3 Thee, Saviour, at my gresteft need, 

I truft my faithful friend to prove ; 
Now o'er thy meaneft fervant fpread 

The fkirt of thy redeeming love : 
Under thy wings of mercy take, 
And fave me for thy merit's fake» 


Had thou not undertook my caufe, 

Lord over all, to worms allied ? 
Anfwer nie from that bleeding crofs, 

Demand thy dearly-ranfom'd bride ; 
And let my foul, betroth'd to thee, 
Thine wholly, thine for ever be ! 

CLXXIX. L. M. Fawcstt, 

Lamb of God, &c. John i. 29. 

1 "DEHOLD the fin-atoning Lamh, 

■*-* With wonder, gratitude, and love ; 
To take away our guilt and fhame, 
See him defcending from above. 

2 Our fins and griefs on him were laid ; 
He meekly bore the mighty load j 
Our ranfom-price he fully paid, 

In groans and tears, in fweat and blood, 

3 To fave a guilty world, he dies ; 
Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb ! 
To him lift up your longing eyes, 
And hope for mercy in his name. 

4 Pardon and peace thro' him abound ; 
He can the richeft bleffings give ; 
Salvation in his name is found, 

He bids the dying finner live. 

5 Jefus my Lord, I look to thee ; 
Where elfe can helplefs finners go ? 
Thy boundlefs love (hall fet me free 
From all my wretchednefs and woe. 


CLXXX. S. M. J. C W. 


i HTHOU very Pafchal Lamb, 

-*- Whofe blood for us was (lied, 
Thro 5 whom we out of Egypt came ; 
Thy ranfom'd people lead. 

2 Angel of gofpel-grace ! 
Fulfil thy character, 

To guard and feed the chofen race, 
In Ifrael's camp appear. 

3 Throughout the defert-way 
Conduct us by thy light, 

Be thou a cooling cloud by day, 
A cheering fire by night. 

4 Our fainting fouls Main 
With bleflings from above, 

And ever on thy people rain 
The manna of thy love. 

CLXXXI. L. M. Steele. 

Life of the Soul, John xiv. 19. 

g "\T7HEN fins and fears prevailing rife, 
™ * And fainting hope almoft expires ; 
Jtfur, to thee I lift mine eyes, 
To thee I breathe my foul's defires. 

2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord? 
And can my hope, my comfort die, 
Fix'd on thy everlafting word, 

That word which built the earth and fky ? 

3 If my immortal Saviour lives, 
Then my immortal life is fure ; 
His word a firm foundation gives, 
Here, let me build, and reft fecure. 


4. Here, let my faith unmaken dwell, 

Immovable the promife Hands ; 

Not all the powers of earth, or hell, 

Can e'er diftolve the facred bands. 
5 Here, O my foul, thy trult repofe ; 

If Jefus is for ever mine, 

Nor death itfelf, that laft: of foes, 

Shall break a union fo divine. 

CLXXXII. 8. 7. CarliileTune. 
Light, Ifaiah ix. 2. 

1 IT IGHT of thofe whofe dreary dwelling 
■*-* Borders on the fhades of death, 
Come I and thy dear felf revealing, 

Diilipate the clouds beneath : 
The new heaven's and earth's Creator, 

In our deeped darknefs rife ! 
Scattering all the night of nature, 

Pouring day upon our eyes ! 

2 Still we wait for thine appearing, 

Life and joy thy beams impart ; 
Chafing all our fears, and cheering 

Every poor benighted heart : 
Come, and manifeit the favor 

Thou haft for the ranfom'd race : 
Come, thou dear exalted Saviour, 

Come, and bring thy gofpel-grace. 

3 Save us in thy great companion, 

O thou mild pacific Prince ! 
Give the knowledge of falvation, 

Give the pardon of our fins. 
By thine all-fufncient merit, 

Every burden'd foul releafe ; 
By the influence of thy Spirit, 

Guide us into perfect peace. 


CLXXXIIT. 7 s. W— . 
Melchizedek<z Type of Christ, Gen. xiv. 18, 19. 

1 T7" ING of Salem, blefs my foul ! 
•**" Make a wounded iinner whole ! 
King of righteoufnefs and peace, 
Let not thy fweet vifits ceafe ! 

2 Come ! refrefh this foul of mine 
With thy facred bread and wine ! 
All thy lovejto me unfold, 
Half of which can not be told. 

3 Hail Melchizedek divine ! 

Thou great High -Pried fhalt be mine; 
All my powers before thee fall, 
Take not tithe, but take them all ! 


Messenger of the Covenant, Mai. Hi. I. 

1 YES US, cornmiffion'd from above, 
** Defcends to men below, 
And mews from whence the fprings of love, 
In endlefs currents flow. 

t He, whom the boundlefs heaven adores, 
Whom angels long to fee ; 
Quitted with joy thole blifsful fhores, 
AmbafTador to me! 

3 To me a worm, a finful clod, 
A rebel all forlorn ; 
A foe, a traitor to my God, 
And, of a traitor born ; 

4. To me, who never fought his grace, 
Who mock'd his facred word ; 
Who never knew, or lov'd his face, 
And ail his will abhorr'd ; 


5 To me, who could not even praifc, 

When his kind heart I knew; 
But fought a thoufand devious ways, 
Rather than keep the true ; 

6 Yet this redeeming angel came, 

So vile a worm to blefs ; 
He took, with gladnefs all my blame, 
And gave his righteoufnefs. 

O! that my languid heart might glow, 

With ardor all divine ; 
And for more love than feraphs know, 

Like burning feraphs fhine ! 

CLXXXV. L. M. Needha<m. 
Messiah, Gen. xlix. 10. Dan. be 26. Hag. ii. 9. 

/** LORY to God who reigns above, 
^* Who dwells in light, whofe name is I01 
Ye faints and angels, if ye can, 
Declare the love of God to man. 

O what can more his love commend 
His dear, his only Son to fend ! 
That man, condemn'd to die, might live. 
And God be glorious to forgive ! 

3 Meffiah's come — with joy behold 
The days by prophets long foretold : 
Judah, thy royal fceptre's broke, 
And time (till proves what Jacob fpoke. 

4 Daniel, thy weeks are all expir'd, 
The time prophetic feals requir'd ; 
Cut oft for fins, but not his own, 
Thyprir.ce M 05 .. did -tone. 


5 Thy famous temple, Solomon, 
Is by the latter far out-ftione : 

It wanted not thy glittering (lore, 
Meffiah's prefence grac'd it more. 

6 We fee the prophecies fulfill'd 

In Jefus, that mod wondrous child : 
His birth, Lis life, his death combine 
To prove his character divine. 

7 jfefus, thy gofpel firmly ftands 

A bleiling to thefe favor'd lands : 
No infidel mail be our dread, 
Since thou art rifen from the dead. 

CLXXXVI. 7. 6. 8. Clark's Tune. 
C. Wesley. 

Passover, Exod. xii. 7. 1 Cor. v. 7, & 

1 /"^HRXST, cur paffover, is (lain, 
^-^ To fet his people free, 
Free from fin's Egyptian chain, 

And Pharaoh's tyranny. 

Lord, that we may now depart, 

And truly ferve our pardoning God, 

Sprinkle every houfe and heart 

With thine atoning blood. 

z Let the angel of the Lord 
His awful charge fulfil, his peflilential fword 

The firft-born vicrims kill ; 
Safe in fnares and deaths we dwell, 
Protected by that crimfon fign, 
From the rage of earth and hell, 
And from the wrath divine. 


3 Wilt thou not a difference make 
Betwixt thy friend and foe, 
Vengeance on the Egyptians take, 

And grace to IJrasl mew ? 
Know'ii thou not, moft righteous Geo 1 , 
V/e on the pafchal Lamb rely ? 
See us cover'd with the blood, 
And pafs thy people by. 

CLXXXVII. C. M. Steele. 

Pearl of great Price, Matth. xiii. 46. 

XT'E glittering toys of earth, adieu, 
■*• A nobler choice be mine ; 
A real prize attracts my view, 
A treafure all divine. 

Be gone, unworthy of my cares, 
Ye fpecious baits of fenfe ; — 

Ineitimable worth appears, 
The pearl of price immenfe ! 

Jifus, to multitudes unknown, 

O name divinely fweet ! 
Jtfusi in thee, in thee alone, 

Wealth, honor, pleafure meet. 

Should both the Indies, at my call, 

Their boafted ftores refign ; 
With joy I would renounce them all 

For leave to call thee mine. 

Should earth's vain treafures all depart, 

Of this dear gift pofTefs'd ; 
I'd clafp it to my joyful heart, 

And be for ever bJefs'd. 

Y 2 


6 Dear fov'reign of my foul's defires, 
Thy love is blifs divine ; 
Accept the wifh that love infpires, 
And bid me call thee mine. 

CLXXXVIII. L. M. Steele. 

Physician of Souls, Jeremiah viii. 22. 

1 "P\EEP are the wounds which fin has made., 
-*^ Where (hall the finner find a cure ? 

In vain, alas, is nature's aid, 

The work exceeds all nature's power. 

2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns, 
With fatal ftrength in every part ; 
The dire contagion fills the veins, 
And fpreads its poifon to the heart. 

3 And can no fovereign balm be found I 
And is no kind phyfician nigh 

To eafe the pain, and heal the wound, 
Ere life and hope for ever fly ? 

4 There is a great phyfician near, 
Look up, O fainting foul, and live ;. 
See, in his heavenly fmiles appear 
Such eafe as nature cannot give ! 

> See, in the Saviour's dying blood 

Life, health, and blifs, abundant flow I 
'Tis only this dear facred flood 
Can eafe thy pain and heal thy woe. 

5 Sin throws ra vain its pointed dart, 
For here a fovereign cure is found j 
A cordial for the fainting heart, 

A balm for every painfuJ wound, 


CLXXXIX. C. M. Great Mikon Tune. 
Physician ; or, The LTirades ^Christ. 

1 JESUS, fince thou art (till to-day 
^ As yefterday the fame ; 
Prefent to heal, in rne difplay 

The virtue of thy name. 

2 Since dill thou go'ft about to do 

Thy needy creatures good ; 
On me, that I thy praife may (hew, 
Be all thy wonders fhew'd. 


3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, 

Thy miracles repeat ; 
With pitying eye behold me fall, 
A leper at thy feet. 

4 Loathfome, and vile, and felf-abhorr'd, 

I ilnk beneath my fin ; 
But if thou wilt, a gracious word 
Of thine can make me clean. 

Deaf and Dum3. 

5 Thou feed me deaf to thy commands, 

Open, O Lord! mine ear ; 
Bid me flretch oct my withered hands, 
And lift them up in prayer. 

6 Silent, (alas ! thou know'fl how long) 

My voice I cannot raife ; 
But O ! when thou (halt loofe my tongue, 
The dumb fh*U fing thy praife, 



7 Lame at the pool I dill am feen. 
Waiting to find relief; 
While many others venture in, 
And warn away their grief. 

3 Now fpeak my mind, my confeience found, 
Give, and my ftrength employ ; 
Light as an hart, my foul mall bound, 
The lame mall leap for joy. 


9 If thou, my God, art palling by, 

O ! let me find thee near ; 

jfefus, in mercy hear my cry, 

Thou, fon of David, hear ! 

10 See, I am waiting in the way, 

For thee the heavenly light ; 
Command me to be brought, and fay* 
" Sinner, receive thy fight." 


1 1 Cafi: out thy foes, and let them flill 

To thy great name fubmit ; 
Clothe with thy righteoufnefs, and heal, 
And place me at thy feet. 

12 From fin, the guilt, the power, the pain ? 

Thou wilt relieve my foul ; 
Lord, I believe, and not in vain, 
For thou wilt make me whole. 


CXC. i4Sth. Cennick. 


A GOOD High Prieft is come, 

•*• *• Supplying Aaron's place, 

And taking up his room, 

Difpenfing life and grace : 
The law by Aaron's prielthood came, 
But grace and truth by Jefus* name. 

My Lord a priefl is made, 

As fware the mighty God y 

To Ifrael and his feed, 

Ordain'd to offer blood : 
For finncrs who his mercy feek, 
A prieti, as was Melchizedek. 

He once temptations knew, 

Of every fort and kind, 

That he might fuccor fhew, 

To every tempted mind : 
In every point the Lamb was try'd 
Like us, and then for us he dy'd. 

He dies, but lives again, 

And by the altar (lands ; 

There (hews how he was (lain, 

Op'ning his pierced hands. 
Our Prieft abides, and pleads the caufe 
Of us who have trangreis'd his laws. 

I other priefts difclaim, 

And laws and offerings too. 

None but the bleeding Lamb 

The mighty work can do ; 
He (hall have all the praife, for he 
Hath lov'd, and liv'd, and dy'd for mc. 


CXCI. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

The Excellency of the Priejlkood of Christ. 

i '"JV/TONG all the prieds of Jewifh race, 
^•^ Jefus the mod illudrious ftands : 
The radiant beauty of his face 
Superior love and awe demands. 

2 Not Aaron or Melchizedek 

Could claim fuch high defcent as he ; 
His nature and his name befpeak 
His unexampled pedigree, 

3 Defcended from the eternal Gctt, 
He bears the name of his own Son ; 
And, drefs'd in human fiefli and blood, 
He puts his priedly garments on. 

4 The mitred crown, the embroider'd ved, 
With graceful dignity he wears ; 

And in full fplendor on his breall 
The facred oracle appears. 

5 So he prefents his facrifke, 

An offering mod divinely fweet ; 
While clouds of fragrant incenfe rile. 
And cover o'er the mercy-feat. 

6 The Father with approving fmile 
Accepts the ofFring of his Son : 
New joys the wond'ring angels fee], 
And hade to bear the tidings down. 

7 The welcome news their lips repeat, 
Gives facred pleafurc to my bread ; 
Henceforth, my foul, thy caufc commit 
To Chr'tfl, thv advocate and 


CXCII. 112th. Carey's Tune. Presid. Davies. 

Prophet, Priest, and King, i Peter ii. 7. 

1 TESUS, how precious is thy name ! 
•" The great Jehovah's darling, thou I 
O let me catch the immortal flame, 

With which angelic bofoms glow ! 
Since angels love thee, I would love, 
And imitate the blefs'd above. 

2 My Prophet thou, my heavenly guide, 

Thy fweet inflruclions I will hear ; 
The words that from thy lips proceed, 

O how divinely fweet they are ! 
Thee my great Prophet I would love, 
And imitate the blefs'd above. 

3 My great Higb-Prieft, whofe precious blood 

Did once atone upon the crofs ; 
Who now do(t intercede with God, 

And plead the friendlefs finner's caufe ; 
In thee I truft ; thee I would love, 
And imitate the blefs'd above. 

4 My King fupreme, to thee I bow, 

A willing fubjecc at thy feet ; 
All other lords I difavow, 

And to thy government fubmit: 
My Saviour King, this heart would love, 
And imitate the blefs'd above. 


The Ransom, Ifaiah Ixi. 2. 
I " T GOME," the great Redeemer cries, 
" A year of freedom to declare, 
" From debts and bondage to difcharge, 
" And J;vjs and Greeks the grace fhail fhare: 


2 cf A day of vengeance I proclaim, 

" But not on man the ftorm fhall fall, 

" On me its thunders mail defcend, 

" My ftrength, my love furtain them all." 

3 Stupendous favor ! match lefs grace ! 
If ejus has dy'd that we might live ; 
Not worlds below, nor worlds above 
Could fo divine a ranfom give. 

4 To him who lov'd our ruin'd race, 
And for our lives laid down his own, 
Let fongs of joyful praifes rife, 
Sublime, eternal as his throne. 

CXCIV. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Our Righteousness, Jer. xxiii. 6. 

i C AVIOUR divine, we know thy name, 
^ And in that name we trufr. ; 
Thou art the Lord our righteoufnefs, 
Thou art thine Ifrae/'s boaft. 

2 Guilty we plead before thy throne, 

And low in dud we lie 
'Till Jejus ftretch his gracious arm 
To bring the guilty nigh. 

3 The fins of one moft righteous day 

Might plunge us in defpair ; 
Yet all the crimes of numerous years 
Shall our great furety clear. 

4 That fpotlefs robe, which he hath wrought 

Shall deck us all around ; 
Nor by the piercing eye of God 
One blemifh fha.ll be found. 


5 Pardon, and peace, and lively hope 

To Tinners now are given ; 
If rati and Judab foon ihall change 
Their wildernefs for heaven. 

6 With joy we tafte that manna now, 

Thy mercy fcatters down ; 
We feal our humble vows to thee, 
And wait the promis'd crown, 

CXCV. 7s. Toplady. 

Rock fmlt ten; or, The Rock of Ages > Tfa. xxvi. 4, 

1 I") OCKofages, fnelter me, 
■"- Let me hide myfelf in thee ! 
Let the water and the blood, 

From thy wounded fide which flow'd, 

Be of fin the double cure, 

Cleanfe me from its guilt and power. 

2 Not the labor of my hands 
Can fulfil the law's demands ; 
Could my zeal no refpite know, 
Could my tears for ever flow, 
All for fin could not atone, 
Thou mud fave, and thou alone. 

3 Nothing in my hand I bring, 
Simply to thy crofs I cling ; 
Naked come to thee for drefs, 
Helplefs look to thee for grace ; 
IMack, I to the fountain fly, 
Wafh me, Saviour, or I die ! 

4. While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eye-firings break in death, 
When I foar to worlds unknown, 
See thee on thy judgment throne. 
Rock of ages flicker me, 
Let rhe hide myfelf in thee. 
z 2 


CXCVI. L. M. Steele. 
Saviour the only One, A els iv. 12. 

1 JESUS, the fpring of joys divine, 

•* Whence ajl our hopes and comforts flow, 
Jefusi no other name but thine 
Can fave us from eternal woe. 

2 In vain would boaiting reafon find 
The way to happinefs and God ; 
Her weak directions leave the mind 
Bewilder'd in a dubious road. 

3 No other name will heaven approve ; 
Thou art the true, the living way, 
(Ordain'd by everlafting love,) 

To the bright realms of endlefs day. 

4. Here let our conftant feet abide, 
Nor from the heavenly path depart ; 
O let thy Spirit, gracious guide, 
Direct our fteps, and cheer our heart. 

5 Safe lead us thro* this world of night, 
And bring us to the blifsful plains, 
The regions of unclouded light, 
Where perfect joy for ever reigns. 

CXCVII. S. M. Steele. 

Shepherd, Pfalm xxiii. 1 — 3. 

j *\TTHILE my Redeemer's near, 
* * My fhepherd and my guide, 
1 bid farewel to anxious fear, 
My wants are all fupply'd. 

2 To ever-fragrant meads 

Where rich abundance grows, 

His gracious hand indulgent lead 

And guards my fweet repofe. 


Along the lovely fcene 
Cool waters gently roll, 
Tranfparent, fweet, and all ferene, 
To cheer my fainting foul. 

Here let my fpirit red: ; 
How fweet a lot is mine ! 
With pleafure, food, and fafety bleft ; 
Beneficence divine ! 

Dear fhepherd, if I ftray, 
My wandering, feet reftore ; 
To thy fair paftures guide my way, 
And let me rove no more. 

Unworthy as I am, 
Of thy protecting care, 
Jefus, I plead thy gracious name, 
For all my hopes are there. 

CXCVIII. The Old 104th. 

Strong-Hold, Zech. ix. 12. Nah. i. 7. 

*Y"E prifoners of hope 
**• O'erwhelmed with grief, 
To Jefus look up 

For certain relief; 
There's no condemnation 

In Jefus the Lord, 
But llrong confolation 

His grace doth afford. 

Should juflice appear 

A mercilefs foe, 
Yet be of good cheer, 

And foon (hall you know 


That Tinners confeffing 

Their wickeiinefs pad, 
A plentiful bl effing 

Of pardon (hall tafte. 

3 Then dry up your tears, 

Yc children of grid, 
For jfefus appears 

To give you relief; 
If you are returning 

To Jefus your friend, 
Your fighing and mourning 

In finging (hall end. 

4 " None will I caft out 

" Who come," faith the Lord> 
Why then do you doubt ? 

Lay hold of his word ; 
Ye mourners of Sion, 

Be bold to believe, 
For ever rely on 

Your Saviour, and live. 

CXCIX. L. M. Dr. S. Steknktt. 

Sun, Pfalm Ixxxiv. II. 

r^ RE AT God, amid the darkfome night, 
^-■^ Thy glories dart upon my light, 
While, wrapt in wonder, I behold 
The filver moon and ftars of gold. 

But when I fee the fan anfe, 
And pour his glories o'er the i 1 
In more ftupendous forms 1 view 
I .:.! thy goodneL 


3 Thou Sun of funs, whofe dazzling light 
Tries and confounds an angel's fight, 
How fhall I glance mine eye at thee 

In all- thy vaft immenfity ? 

4 Yet I may be allow'd to trace 
The diftant fhadow of thy face, 
As in the pale and fickiy moon 
We trace the image of the fun. 

5 In every work thy hands have made 
Thy power and wifdom are difplay'd : 
But, O ! what glories all divine 

In my incarnate Saviour fhine ! 

6 He is my Sun, beneath his wings 
My foul fecurely fits and fings ; 
And there enjoys, like thofe above, 
The balmy influence of thy love. 

6 O may the vital ftrength and heat 
His cheering beams communicate, 
Enable me my courfe to run 
With the fame vigor as the fun ! 

CC. C. M. Topladv. 
Vine and the Branches, John xv. I— -J. 

1 JESUS, immutably the fame, 
«•' Thou true and living vine. 
Around thy all-fapporting ftem 

My feeble arms I twine. 

2 Quicken'd by thee, and kept 

1 flourifh and bear fruit : 
My life 1 from thy fap del 


3 I can do nothing without thee ; 

My ftrength is wholly thine ; 
Withered and barren mould I be, 
If fever'd from the vine. 

4 Upon my leaf, when parch'd with heat, 

Refrefhing dew fhall drop, 
The plant which thy right-hand hath fct, 
Shall ne'er be rooted up. 

5 Each moment water' d by thy care, 

And fene'd with power divine, 
Fruit to eternal life fhall bear 
The feebleft branch of thine. 

CCI. L. M. Cennick. 

Way to Canaan. 

1 TESUS, my all, to heaven is gone, 
■? He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
His track I fee, and I'll purfue 
The narrow way till him I view. 

2 The way the holy prophets went, 
The road that leads from banifhment, 
The King's highway of holinefs 

I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 

3 This is the way I long have fought, 
And mourn'd becaufe I found it not ; 
My grief, my burden long has been, 
Becaufe I could not ceafe from fin. 

4 The more I (trove againft its power, 
1 finn'd and (tumbled bat the more, 
'Till late I heard my Saviour fay, 
Come hither, Soul, *' I am the Way." 


Lo ! glad I come, and thou, bled Lamb, 
Shalt take me to thee as I am ; 
My finful felf to thee I give, 
Nothing but love (hall I receive. 

Then will I tell to Tinners round, 
What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
And fay, " Behold the way to Go».' 

CCII. 8. 8. 6. 

Way, Truth, and Life, John xiv. 6. 

j r I 'HERE is no path to heavenly blifs, 
*■ Or folid joy, or lading peace, 

But Chrifl th' appointed road; 
O may we tread the facred Way, 
By faith rejoice, and praife, and pray, 
Till we fit down with God! 

2 The types, and madows of the word 
Unite in Chrijl, the man, the Lord, 

The Saviour, juft and true; 
O may we all his word believe, 
And all his promifes receive, 

And all his precepts do. 

3 As he above for ever lives, 
And life to dying finners gives, 

Eternal and divine ; 
O may his Spirit in me dwell, 
Then fav'd from fin, and ueath, and hc'J, 

Eternal life is min.e. 

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CCIII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Wisdom, Righteousness, Sanctification, 
and Redemption, i Cor. i. 30, 31. 

1 "jV /TY God, a.Tifl: me, while I raife 
■*■*-*• An anthem of harmonious praife ; 
My heart thy wonders fliall proclaim, 
And fpread its banners in thy name. 

2 Tn Chr'ijl I view a ftore divine ; 
My Father, all that (tore is thine ; 
By thee prepar'd, by thee beitow'd ; 
Hail to the Saviour, and the God! 

3 When gloomy fhades my foul o'erfpread, 
" Let there be light," th' Almighty faid ; 
And Chrifty my Sun, his beams difplays, 
And fcatters round celeftial rays. 

4 Condemn'd thy criminal I flood, 
And awful juftice afVd my blood ; 
That welcome Saviour from thy throne 
Brought righteoufnefs and pardon down. 

5 My foul vas all o'erfpread with fin, 
And lo, his grace hath made me clean ; 
He refcues from th* infernal foe f 

And full redemption will bellow; 

6 Ye faints, affift my grateful tongue : 
Ye angels, warble back my fong ; 
For love like this demands the praife 
Ox heavenly harps, and endlefs days. 

CCIV. C. M. Toplady. 
All in All. 
1 pOMPAR'D with Cbnfl, in all befidc 
^- 4 No comelinefs I fee ; 
The one thing needful, deareft Lord, 
h to be one with thee. 


Z The fenfe of thy expiring love 
Into my foul convey: 
Thyfelf bellow ; for thee alone 
My all in all I pray. 

'. Lefs than thyfelf will not fuffice, 
My comfort to reftore : 
More than thyfelf I cannot crave ; 
And thou canft give no more. 

4 Lov'd of my God, for him again 
With love intenfe I'd burn : 
Chofen of thee 'ere time began, 
I'd chufe thee in return. 

v, Whate'er confifts not with thy love, 
O teach me to refign : 
I'm rich to all th' intents of blifs 
If thou, O GW, art mine. 

CCV. Ss. New Jerufalem Tune. K . 

All is All ; or, the Teftimony concerning Jzzu s, 
the Soul of Prophecy. Rev. xix. 10. 

1 ^HE Eible is juftly efkem'd 

•*■ The glory fupreme of the land, 
Which (hows how a finner's redeem'd, 
And brought to Jehovah's right hand. 
With pleafure we freely confels 
The Bible all books does outshine, 
But J ejus his perfon and grace, 
Affords it that lull re divine. 

2 In every prophetical book 

Where God his decrees bath unfeal'd, 
With joy we behold as we look, 
The wonderful Saviour reveal'd : 
A a 2 

His glories project to the eye, 
And prove it was Dot his defign, 
Thofe glories concealed mould lie, 
But there in full majefty fhine. 

3 The Jlrft gracious promife to man, 
A bleffed prediction appears, 
His work is the foul of the plan, 
And gives it the glory it wears. 

How cheering the truth muft have been., 
That Jefus the promifed feed, 
Should triumph o'er fatan and fin, 
And hell in captivity lead ! 

4 The ancient Levitical Law 
Was prophecy after its kind, 

Tn types there the faithful forefaw 
The Saviour that ranfom'd mankind. 
The Altar, the Lamb, and the Prieft, 
The blood that was fprinkled of old, 
Had life, when the people could tafte 
The bleffings thofe fhadows foretold. 

5 Review each prophetical fong, 
Which fhines in prediction's rich train, 
The fweetnefs to Jefus belong 

And point out his fufferings and reign : 
Sure David his harp never flrung 
With more of true facred delight, 
Than when of the Saviour he fung, 
And he was reveaPd to his fight. 

6 May Jefus more precious become — 
His word be a lamp to our feet, 
While we in this wildernefs roam, 
'Till brought in his prefence to meet ! 
Then, then will we gaze on thy face, 
Our prophet, our prieft, and our King; 
Recount all thy wonders of grace, 
Thy praifes eternally fwg. 



CCVI. 1 1 2th. 

The Comforter, John xiv. 16 — 1 8. 

i TESUS, we hang upon the word, 

** Our longing fouls have heard from thee ; 
Be mindful of thy promife, Lord, 

Thy promife made to fuch as me, 
To fuch as Sion's paths purfue, 
And would believe that God is true. 

2 Thou fay'ft, " I will the Father pray, 

M And he the Comforter ihall give, 
" Shall give him in your hearts to ftay, 

" And never more his temples leave ; 
" Myfelf will to my orphans come, 
" And make you mine eternal home." 

3 Come then, dear Lord, thyfelf reveal, 

And let the promife now take place ; 
Be it according to thy will, 

According to the word of grace : 
Thy forrowful difciples cheer, 
And fend us down the Comforter. 

4 He vifits oft the troubled bread, 

And oft relieves our fad complaint : 
But foon we lofe the tranfient guefr, 

But foon we droop again and faint, 
Repeat the melancholy moan, 
M Our joy is fled, our comfort gone !" 


5 Haften him, Lord, into each heart, 

Our fure irreparable guide ; 
O may we meet and never part ! 

O may he in our hearts abide ! 
And keep his houfe of praife and prayer, 
And reft and reign for ever there ! 

CCVII. L. M. B- 

The Leadings of the Spirit , Rom. viii. 14. 

POME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
^ With light and comfort from above ; 
Be thou our guardian, thou our guide, 
O'er every thought and ftep prefide. 

Conduct us fafe, conduct us far 
From every fin and hurtful fnare ; 
Lead to thy word that rules muft give, 
And teach us leflbns how to live. 

The light of truth to us difplay, 

And make us know and choofe thy way ; 

Plant holy fear in every heart, 

That we from God mzy ne'er depart. 

Lead us to holinefs, the road 
That we muft take to dwell with God; 
Lead us to Cbrtfi, the living way, 
Nor let us from his paftures ftray. 

Lead us to God, our final reft 
In his enjoyment to be blefs'd : 
Lead us to heaven, the feat of blifs, 
Where pleafure in perfection is. 

THE HOLY SPIRIT. 2o8, 20$i 

CCVTII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

The Spirit's Influences compared to living Water t 
John iv. io. 

1 "DLESS'D Jefus, fource of grace divine, 
U What foul-refrefhing itreams are thine ! 
O bring thefe healing waters nigh, 

Or we mu(t droop, and fall, and die. 

2 No traveller thro' defert lands, 

'Midft: fcorching funs, and burning fands, 
More needs the current to obtain, 
Or to enjoy refrefhing rain. 

3 Our longing fouls aloud would fing, 
Spring up, celeftial fountain, fpring ; 
To a redundant river flow, 

And cheer this thirfty land below. 

4 May this bleft torrent near my fide 
Thro' all the defert gently glide ; 
Then in Immanuel *s land above, 
Spread to a fea of joy and love ! 

CCIX. L. M. 

Divine Influences compared to Rah, Pfalm Ixxii. 6. 

i AS fhowers on meadows newly mown, 
*■*• Jefus mall med his bleflings down, 
Crown'd with whofe life-infufing drops, 
Earth (hall renew her blifsful crops. 

2 Lands that beneath a burning fky, 
Have long been defolate and dry, 
Th' efTufions of his love fhall (hare. 
And fudden greens and herbage wear. 

3 The dews and rains, in all their ftore, 
Drenching the paitures o'er and o'er, 
Are not fo copious as that grace 
Which fanclifies and faves our race. 


4 As in foft filence vernal fhowcrs 
Defcend and cheer the fainting flowers, 
So in the fecrecy of lore, 

Falls the fweet influence from above, 

5 That heavenly influence let me find 
In holy filence of the mind, 

While every grace maintains its bloom, 
DifFufing wide its rich perfume. 

6 Nor let thefe bleffings be confin'd 
To me, but pour'd on all mankind, 
'Till earth's wild waftes in verdure rife, 
And a young Eden blefs our eyes. 

CCX. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Seeking to God for the Communication of bis Spirit , 
Ezek. xxxvi. 37. 

1 TTEAR, gracious fovereign, from thy throne, 
-*--*- And fend thy various bleflings down: 
While by thine Ifrael thou art fought 

Attend the prayer thy word hath taught; 

2 Come, facred Spirit, from above, 
And fill the coldefl: hearts with love ; 
Soften to flefii the flinty (tone, 

And let thy godlike power be known. 

3 Speak thou, and from the haughtieft eyes 
Shall floods of pious forrow rife ; 
While all their glowing fouls are borne 
To feekthat grace, which now they fcorft. 

4 O let a holy flock await. 
Numerous around thy temple-gate, 
Each prefling on with zeal to be 
A living facrifice to thee. 


5 In anfwer to our fervent cries, 
Give us to fee thy church arife ; 
Or, if that blefling feem too great, 
Give us to mourn its low eflate. 

CCXl. 1 1 2th. HoxtonTune. President Duties. 

The Influences of the Spirit defired* 

INTERNAL Spirit, fource of light, 
-*- J Enlivening, confecrating fire, 
Defcend, and with celeftial heat 

Our dull, our frozen hearts infpire : 
Our fouls refine, our drofs confume 1 
Come, condefcend'mg Spirit, come \ 

In our cold breafts, O (Trike a fpark 
Of the pure flame which feraphs feel ; 

Nor let us wander in the dark, 
Or lie benumb'd and ftupid Hill: 

Come, vilifying Spirit, come, 

And make our hearts thy conftant home ! . 

Whatever guilt and madnefs dare, 

We would not quench the heavenly fire ; 

Our hearts as fuel we prepare, 

Tho' in the flame we mould expire : 

Our breads expand to make thee room : 

Come, purifying Spirit, come \ 

Let pure devotion's fervors rife 1 

Let every pious paflion glow ! 
O let the raptures of the fkies 

Kindle in our cold hearts below ! 
Come, condefcend'mg Spirit, come 
And make our fouls thy conftant home ! 
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CCXII. L. M. Denbigh Tune. Toplady. 

A propitious Gale longed for. 

T anchor laid, remote from home, 
Toiling, I cry, " Sweet Spirit, come ! 
11 Celedial breeze, no longer flay, 
" But fwell my fails and fpeed my way ! 

2 ci Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, 
V And loofe my cable from below : 
" But I can only fpread my fail ; 
" Thou, Thou mud breathe th' aufpicious gile !" 

CCXril. L. M. Steele. 

T>. e Influences of the Spirit experienced, 
John xiv. 16, 17. 

1 T\EAR Lord, and fliall thy Spirit reft 
-*~^ in fuch a wretched heart as mine ? 
Unworthy dwelling ! glorious gueft ! 
Favor aftonifhing, divine ! 

2 When fin prevails, and gloomy fear, 
And hope almofr expires in night, 
Jjordy can thy Spirit then be here, 
Great (pring of comfort, life and light ? 

5 Sure the bled Comforter is nigh, 
'Tis he fuftains my fainting heart ; 
Elfe would my hopes for ever die, 
And every cheering ray depart. 

4 When foms kind prcmife glads my foul, 
.Do I not find his healing voice 

The temped of my fears control, 
And bid my drooping powers rejoice : 

5 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, 
With ardent wifh my heart afpire. ; 


Can it be lefs than power divine, 
Which animates thefe Ilrong defires : 

6 What Jefs than thy almighty word 
Can raife my heart from earth and dim, 
And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, 
My life, my treafure and my truft ? 

7 And when my cheerful hope can fay, 
" I love my God, and tafte his grace," 
Lord, is it not thy blifsful ray, 

Which brings this dawn of facred peace ? 

8 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart 
For ever dwell, O God of love, 

' And light and heavenly peace impart, 
Sweet earned of the joys above. 

CCXIV. 8s. Uxbridge Tune. 

The Holy Spirit addnjfed under Darinefs, 

i "TVESCEND, Holy Spirit the Dove, 
■*^ And vifit a forrowful breaft j 
My burden of guilt to remove, 
And bring me afTurance and red : 
Thou only haft power to relieve 
A finner o'erwhelm'd with his load, 
The fenfe of redemption to give, 
And fprinkle his heart with the blood. 

2 With me, if of old thou haft ftrove, 
And kindly withheld me from fin ; 
Refolv'd by the ftrength of thy love, 
My worthlefs affeclions to win ; 
The work of thy mercy revive, 
Invincible mercy exert, 
And keep my weak graces alive, 
And fet up thy reft in my heart. 
B b 2 


3 If when I have put thee to grief, 
And madly to folly return'd, 
Thy goodnefs hath been my relief, 
And lifted me upas I mourn'd ; 
O Spirit of pity and grace, 
Relieve me again and reft ore, 
My fpirit in holinefs raife, 

To fall and to grieve thee no more. 

4 If now I lament after God, 
And pant for a drop of his love, 

If Jefus, who pour'd out his blood, 
Obtain'd me a manfion above ; 
Come, heavenly Comforter, come, 
Sweet witnefs of mercy divine ! 
And make me thy permanent home, 
And feal me eternally thine. 

CCXV. L. M. Bentley's Collection, 

The grieved Spirit intreated not to debart^ 
Pfalmli. ii. 

1 OTAY, thou infulted Spirit, flay, 

^ Tho' I have done thee fuch defpite, 
Caft not a finner quite away, 
Nor take thine everlafting flight : 

2 Tho' I have mod unfaithful been 
Of all, whoe'er thy grace receiv'd, 
Ten thoufand times thy goodnefs feen, 
Ten thoufand times thy goodnefs griev'd. 

3 But O ! the chief of finners fpare, 
In honour of my great High-Prieft ; 
Nor in thy righteous anger fwear 

I fhall not fee thy people's reft. 


4 If yet thou canft my fins forgive, 
E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes j 
Into thy reft of love receive, 

And blefs me with a calm repofe. 

5 E'en now my weary foul releafe, 
And raife me by thy gracious hand ; 
Guide me into thy perfect peace, 
And bring me to the promis'd land. 

CCXVI. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Divine Drawings celebrated; or, Gratitude the Spring 
of true Religion, Hofea xi. 4. 

1 TV/fY God, what filken cords are thine ! 
■*•*■*■ How foft, and yet how ftrong ! 
While power, and truth, and love combine 

To draw our fouls along. 

2 Thou faw'ft us crufh'd beneath the yoke 

Of fatan and of fin : 
Thy hand the iron bondage broke, 
Our worthlefs hearts to win. 

3 The guilt of twice ten thoufand fins 

One moment takes away ; 
And grace, when firft the war begins, 
Secures the crowning day. 

4 Comfort thro' all this vale of tears 

In rich profufion flows, 
And glory of unnumber'd years 
Eternity beftows. 

5 Drawn by fuch cords we onward more, 

'Till round thy throne we meet; 
And captives in the chains of love, 
Embrace our conqueror's feet. 


CCXVIL S. M. Beddome. 

Falthy its Author and Precloufnefs, Eph. Li. 8. 

1 T^AITH ! — 'tis a precious grace, 
■*- Where'er it is beflow'd ! 

It boafts of a celeftial birth, 
And is the gift of God! 

2 Jtfus it owns a king, 
And all-atoning prieft, 

It claims no merit of its own, 
But looks for all in Chrifl. 

3 To him it leads the foul, 
When fill'd with deep diftrefs ; 

Flies to the fountain of his blood, 
And trulls his righteoufnefs. 

4 Since 'tis thy work alone, 
And that divinely free ; 

Lord) fend the Spirit of thy Son 
To work this faith in me. 

CCXVJII. C. M. D. Turner. 

The Power of Faith* 

i "PAITH adds new charms to earthly blifs, 
-*- A nd fayes me from its fnares : 
Its aid in every duty brings, 
And foftens all my cares : 

* The Chriftian graces and tempers are placed alpha- 
betically, for the fake of finding them at once, by looking 
it the head cf the p^'ge. 

FAITH. 219. 

2 Extinguifhes the third of fin, 

And lights the facred fire 
Of love to God, and heavenly things, 
And feeds the pure defire. 

3 The wounded confidence knows its power 

The healing balm to give; 
That balm the fadded heart can cheer, 
And make the dying live. 

4. Wide it unveils celedial worlds, 
Where deathlefs pleafures reign ; 
And bids me feek my portion there, 
Nor bids me feek in vain : 

5 Shews me the precious promife feal'd 

With the Redeemers blood ; 
And helps my feeble hope to red, 
Upon a faithful God. 

6 The-e, there unfhaken would I red, 

'Till this vile body dies ; 
And then on faith's triumphant wings, 
At once to glory rife. 


Toe Struck bettoezn Faith and Unbelief * 

Mark ix. 24. 

1 TESUS, our fouls delightful choice, 
J In thee, believing we rejoice ; 
Yet dill our joy is mix'd with grief, 
While faith contend with unbelief. 

2 Thy promifes our hearts revive, 
And keep our fainting hopes alive ; 
But guilt and fears, and forrows rife, 
And hide the promife from our eyes. 


3 O let not fin and fatan boaft, 
While faints lie mourning in the duft ; 
Nor fee that faith to ruin brought, 

Which thy own gracious hand hath wrought. 

4 Do thou the dying fpark inflame ; 
Reveal the glories of thy name ; 
And put aH anxious doubts to flight, 
As fhades difpers'd by opening light. 

CCXX. 8s. Lambeth Tune. 

Faith fainting, 

i "pNCOMPASS'D with clouds of diftrefs, 
■*-* Jufl ready all hope to refign, 
I pant for the light of thy face, 

And fear it will never be mine : 
Difhearten'd with waiting fo long, 

I fink at thy feet with my load, 
All-plaintive I pour out my fong, 

And ftretch forth my hands unto God. 

2 Shine, Lord, and my terror fliall ceafe, 

The blood of atonement apply ; 
And lead me to J ejus for peace, 

The rock that is higher than I : 
Speak, Saviour, for fweet is thy voice, 

Thy prefence is fair to behold ; 
Attend to my forrov/s and cries, 

My groaning that cannot be told. 

3 If fometimes I drive as I mourn, 

My hold of thy promife to keep, 
The billows more fiercely return, 

And plunge me again in the deep : 
While harrafs'd and call: from thy light, 

The tempter fuggefls with a roar, 
*' The Lord has forfaken thee quite ; 

" Thy CodwiW be gracious no more." 

FAITH. 221, 

4 Yet, Lord* if thy Jove hath defign'd 

No covenant blefling for me, 
Ah, tell me, how is it I find 

Some pleafure in waiting for thee? 
Almighty to refcue thou art; 

Thy grace is my fhield and my tow'rj 
Come fuccour and gladden my heart, 

Let this be the day of thy power. 

CCXXT. 8. 8. 6. 
Faith Reviving* 

1 "C^ROM whence this fear and unbelief; 
•*■ Haft thou, O Father, put to grief 

Thy fpotlefs Son for me ? 
And will the righteous Judge of men 
Condemn me for that debt of fin, 

Which, Lordy was charg'd on thee? 

2 Complete atonement thou haft made, 
And to the utmoft farthing paid 

Whate'er thy people ow'd ; 
How then can wrath on me take place, 
If fhelter'd in thy righteoufnefs, 

And fprinkled with thy blood ? 

3 [If thou haft my difcharge procur'd, 
And freely in my room endur'd 

The whole of wrath divine ; 
Payment God cannot twice demand — 
Firft, at my bleeding furety's hand, 

And then again at mine.] 

4 Turn then, my foul, unto thy reft; 
The merits of thy great High-Prieft 

Speak peace and liberty : 
Trull: in his efficacious blood ; 
Nor fear thy banifhment from God, 

Since Jefus dy'd for thee. 
C C 


CCXXIL 8s. New Jerufalem Tuner, 

Faith conquering. 

i HPHE moment a (inner believes, 
■*■ And trufts in his crucify'd God, 
His pardon at once he receives, 

Redemption in full thro' his blood ; 
Tho' thoufands and thoufands of foes 

Againft him in malice unite, 
Their rage he, thro' Chrijl, can oppofe, 
Led forth by the Spirit to fight. 

2 The faith that unites to the Lamb, 

And brings fuch falvation as this, 
Is more than mere notion or name, 

The work of God's Spirit it is ; 
A principle active, and young, 

That lives under prefTure and load; 
That makes out of v/eaknefs more ftrong, 

And draws the foul upward to God, 

3 It treads on the world, and on hell, 

It vanquifhes death and defpair ; 
And O let us wonder to tell, 

It overcomes heaven by prayer, — 
Permits a vile worm of the duft, 

With God to commune as a friend ; 
To hope his forgivenrfs as juft, 

And look for his love to the end. 

4 It fays to the mountains, " Depart," 

That ftand betwixt God and the foul ; 
It binds up the broken in heart, 

And makes wounded confeiences whole ; 
Bids fins of a crimfon-like dye 

Be fpotlefs as fnow, and as white ; 
And raifes the fmner on high, 

To dwell with the angels of light. 

FAITH. 223, 22.|. 

CCXXIII. 9*. New Jcrufalem Tune. Tor 1 adv. 
Faith Triumphing, 

1 A DEBTOR to mercy alone, 
-^*- Of covenant mercy I ling ; 
Nor fear with thy righteoufnefs on, 

My perfon and offerings to bring : 
The terrors of law, and of God, 

With me can have nothing to do ; 
My Saviour's obedience and blood 

Hide all my trangreilions from view. 

2 The work which his goodnefs began, 

The arm of his ft rength will complete ; 
His promife is yea and amen y 

And never was forfeited yet : 
Things future, nor things that are now, 

Not all things below nor above 
Can make him his purpofe forego, 

Or fever my foul from his love. 

3 My name from the palms of his hands 

Eternity will not erafe ; 
. Imprefs'd on his heart it remains, 

In marks of indelible grace: 
Yes, I to the end fhall endure, 

As fure as the earneft is given ; 
More happy, but not more fecure, 

The glorify'd fpirits in heaven. 

CCXXIV. S. M. Mount Ephraim Tune. 
Weak Believers encouraged. 
1 VOUR harps, ye trembling faints, 
**• Down from the willows take ; 
Loud to the praife of Chrijl our Lord 
Bid every firing awake. 


2 Tho* in a foreign land, 
We are not far from home ; 

And nearer to our houfe above, 
We every moment come. 

3 His grace fnall to the end 
Stronger and brighter mine; 

Nor prefent things, nor things to come* 
Shall quench the fpark divine. 

4 The time of love will come, 
When we (hall clearly fee 

Not only that he fhed his blood, 
But each mall fay, for me. 

5 Tarry his leifure then, 
Wait the appointed hour ; 

Wait till the bridegroom of your fouls 
Reveal his love with power. 

6 Bleft is the man, O God, 
That flays himfelf on thee ! 

Who waits for thy falvation, Lord, 
Shall thy falvation fee. 

CCXXV. L. M. Dr. Watts's Sermons. 

Faith conneded with Salvation, Rom. i. 16. 
Heb. x. 39. 

1 "VTOT by the laws of innocence 

-*-^ Can Adam's fons arrive at heaven : 
New works can give us no pretence 
To have our ancient fins forgiven. 

2 Not the bell deeds that we have done, 
Can make a wounded confcience whole : 
Faith is the grace, and faith alone, 
That Hies to Chrijl, and faves the foul. 

FAITH. 226' 

3 Lord, I believe thy heavenly word, 
Fain would 1 have my foul renew'd : 
I mourn for fin, and truft the Lord t 
To have it pardon'd and fubdu'd. 

4 O may thy grace it's power difplay, 
Let guilt and death no longer reign : 
Save me in thine appointed way, 
Nor let my humble faith be vain. 

CCXXVI. CM. Dr. Doddridge. 

Being in the Fear of God all the Day long, 
Proverbs xxiii. 17. 

1 '"THRICE happy fouls, who born from heaven- 

■*■ While yet they fojourn here, 

Humbly begin their days with Goo 7 , 

And fpend them in his fear ! 

2 So may our eyes with holy zeal 

Prevent the dawning day ; 
And turn the facred pages o'er, 
And praife thy name and pray ! 

3 Midft hourly cares may love prefent 

Its incenfe to thy throne ; 
And, while the world our hands employs, 
Our hearts be thine alone ! 

4 As fanctified to nobleft ends, 

Be each refreshment fought ; 
And by each various providence 
Some wife inftruclion brought 1 

5 When to laborious duties call'd, 

Or by temptations try'd, 
We'll feek the fhelter of thy wings, 
And in thy ftrength confide. 


6 As different fcenes of life arife, 

Our grateful hearts would be 
With thee, amidfl: the focial band, 
In folitude with thee. 

7 At night we lean our weary heads 

On thy paternal bread ; 
And, fafely folded in thine arms, 
Refign our powers to reft, 

S In folid pure delights, like thefe, 
Let all my days be pait ; 
Nor (hall T then impatient with, 
Nor (hall I fear the laft. 

CCXXVII. CM. Stamford Tune. Needham. 

Fear of God, Proverbs xiv. 26. 

1 TTAPPY beyond defcription he 
* -*- Who fears the Lord his God; 
Who hears his threats with holy awe, 

And trembles at his rod. 

2 Fear, facred paffion, ever dwells 

With it's fair partner love ; 
Blending their beauties, both proclaim 
Their fource is from above. 

3 Let terrors fright the unwilling flave, 

The child with joy appears ; 
Cheerful he does his Father's will, 
And loves as much as fears. 

4 Let fear and love, mod holy Gcd! 

PofTefs this foul of mine, 
Then (hall I wormip thee aright, 
And tafte thy joys divine. 


CCXXV1II. C. M. Dr. Watts's Sermons. 
Holy Fortitude*. I Cor. xvi. 1 3. 

1 A Mia foldier of the crofs, 
■**■ A follower of the Lamb ? 
And fhall I fear to own his caufe, 

Or blufh to fpeak his name ? 

2 Mud I be carried to the ikies, 

On flowery beds of eafe ; 
While others fought to win the prize, 
And faii'd thro' bloody feas? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 

Muft I not ffem the flood ■ 
Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God? 

4 Sure I muft fight, if I would reign ; 

Increafe rny courage, Lord! 
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy faints, in all this glorious war, 

Shall conquer tho' they die ; 
They fee the triumph from afar, 
And feize it with their eye. 

6 When that illuftrious day fhall rife, 

And all thy armies fhine 
In robes of victory thro' the fkies, 
The glory fhall be thine. 

CCXXIX. L. M. Dr. Watts's Sermons. 

Gravity and Decency. 

1 "DEHOLD the Tons, the heirs of God, 
■*-' So dearly bought with jftfus' blood ! 
Are they not born to heavenly joys, 
And fhall they ftoop to earthly toys ? 
°* See Zeal 


2 Can laughter feed th' immortal mind ? 
Were fpirits of celeftial kind 

Made for a jeft, for fport and play, 
To wear out time, and wafte the day ? 

3 Doth vain difcourfe, or empty mirth, 
Well fuit the honors of their birth ? 
Shall they be fond of gay attire, 
Which children love, and fools admire ? 

4 What if we wear the richeft veit, 
Peacocks and flies are better drefl: ; 
This flefh, with all its gaudy forms, 
Mutt drop to duft, and feed the worms. 

5 Lord, raife our hearts and paflions higher ; 
Touch our vain fouls with facred fire ; 
Then, with a heaven directed eye, 
We'll pafs thefe glittering trifles by. 

C We'll look on all the toys below 
With fuch difdain as angels do ; 
And wait the call that, bids us rife 
To manfions promis'd in the ikies. 


Hope Jet before us. 

1 A ND be it fo, that 'till this hour, 

■*■*- We never knew what faith has meant, 
And, (laves to fin and fatan's power, 
Have never felt thefe hearts relent. 

2 What (hall we do ? (hall we lie down, 
Sink in defpair, and groan, and die ? 
And, funk beneath the Almighty's frown, 
Not glance one cheerful hope on high ? 

HOPE. 231 

3 Forbid it, Saviour! to thy grace 
As Tinners, Grangers, we will come; 
Among thy faints we afk a place, 
For in thy mercy there is room. 

4 Lord, we believe ! O chafe away 
The gloomy clouds of unbelief: 
Lord, we repent ! O let thy ray 
Diffolve our hearts in facred grief! 

5 Now fpread the banner of thy love, 
And let us know that we are thine, 
Cheer us with bleifmgs from above, — 
With all the joys of hope divine. 

CCXXXT. L. M. Chard Tune. 
Hope in Darknefs, 

1 r\ GOD, my Sun, thy blifsful rays 

^-^ Can warm, rejoice, and guide my heart ! 
How dark, how mournful are my days, 
If thy enlivening beams depart ! 

2 Scarce thro' the ihades, a glimpfe of day 
Appears to thefe defining eyes ! 

But mall my drooping fpirit fay, 
The cheerful morn will never rife ? 

3 O let me not defpairing mourn, 

Tho' gloomy darknefs fpreads the ficy ; 
My glorious Sun will yet return 
And night with all its horrors fly. 

4 O for the bright, the joyful day, 
When hope (hall in fruition die ' 
So tapers lofe their feebls ray, 
Beneath the fun's refulgent ce. 

d d 


. CCXXXII. 8.8.6. Baltimore Tune. 

Hoping and Longing, Num. xiii. 30. Deut. iii. 2£- 

i /"^OME, Lord, and help us to rejoice, 
^* In hope that we (hall hear thy voice, 

Shall one day fee our God; 
Shall ceafe from all our painful ftxife, 
Handle and tafte the word of life, 

And feel the fprinkled blood. 

2 Let us not always make our moan. 
Nor worfhip thee a God unknown ; 

But let us live to prove 
Thy peoples reft, thy faints delight, 
The length and breadth, the depth and height 

Of thy redeeming love. 

3 Rejoicing now in earned hope, 

We Hand, and from the mountain-top 

See all the land below ; 
Rivers of milk and honey rife, 
And all the fruits of paradife 

In endlefs plenty grow : 

4 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, 
Favor'd with God's peculiar fmile, 

With every bleffing bleft : 
There dwells the Lord our Righteoufnefs, 
And keeps his own in perfe<5t peace 

And everlafting reft. 

5 O when {hall we at once go up, 
Nor this fide Jordan longer flop, 

But the good land poffefs : 
When (hall we end our ling'iing years, 
Our forrows, fins, and doubts, and fears, 

An bowling wildernefs ! 

HorE. 233. 

6 O deareft Jofliua ! bring us in ; 
Difplay thy grace, forgive our fin, 

Our unbelief remo\e : 
The heavenly Canaan, Lord, divide, 
And, O, with all the fanclify'd, 
Give us a lot of love ! 

CCXXXIII. L. M. Steele. 

Hope encouraged by a Vievj of the Divine Perfsdions, 
1 Sam. xxx. 6. 

1 "\T7*HY finks my weak defponding mind ? 

* * Why heaves my heart the anxious figh ? 
Can fovereign goodnefs be unkind ? 
Ami not fafe if God is nigh ? 

2 He holds all nature in his hand : 
That gracious hand on which I live, 
Does life, and time, and death command, 
And has immortal joys to give. 

3 'Tis he fupports this fainting frame, 
On him alone my hopes recline ; 
The wondrous glories of his name, 

How wide they fpread ! how bright they mine ! 

4 Infinite wifdom ! boundlefs power ! 
Unchanging faithfulnefs and love ! 
Here let me truft, while I adore, 
Nor from my refuge e'er remove. 

5 My God, if thou art mine indeed, 
Then I have all my heart can crave ; 
A prefent help in times of need, 
Still kind to hear and ftrong to fave. 

6 Forgive my doubts, O gracious Lord, 
And eafe the forrows of my breafr. ; 
Speak to my heart the healing word, 
That thou art mine — and I am blefl. 

D d 2 


CCXXXIV. L. M. Steele. ' 

Happy Poverty; or, the Poor in Spirit blejjcd, 
Matt. v. 3. 

1 "X^E humble fouls, complain no more, 

-*- Let faith furvey your future (tore ; 
How happy, how divinely bleft, 
The facred words of truth atteit. 

2 When confcious grief laments fincere, 
And pours the penitential tear ; 
Hope points to your dejected eyes, 
The bright reverfion in the ikies. 

3 Tn vain the fons of wealth and pride 
Defpife your lot, your hopes deride : 
In vain they boaft their little (tores, 
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours: — 

4 A kingdom of immenfe delight, 

Where health, and peace, and joy unite ; 
Where undeclining pleafures rife, 
And every wiih hath full fupplies : 

5 A kingdom which can ne'er decay, 
While time fweeps earthly thrones away; 
The (late which power and truth fuftain, 
Unmov'd for ever muit remain. 

6 There (hall your eyes with rapture view 
The glorious friend that dy'd for you ; 
That dy'd to ranfom, dy'd to raife 

To crowns of joy, and fongs of praife. 

7 Jefus, to thee I breathe my prayer, 
Reveal, confirm my interelt there : 
Whate'er my humble lot below, 
This, this my foul defires to know 3 

HUT.iTLTTY. 235, 

8 O let me hear that voice divine 

Pronounce the gloiious blefiing mine ! 
E.roll'd among thy happy poor, 
My largolt wiihes aik no more. 


Humble Pleading for Mercy, 

1 Y ORD, at thy feet we (inners lie„ 
-Lj And knock at mercy's door ; 
With heavy heart and downcaft eye, 

Thy favor we implore. 

2 [On us, the vaft extent difplay 

Of thy forgiving love ; 
Take all our heinous guilt away, 
This heavy load remove. 

3 We (ink, with all this weight opprefs'd, 

Sink down to death and hell ; 
O, give our troubled fpirits reft, 
Our numerous fears dilpel.] 

4 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore, 

O may thy bowels move ! 
Thy grace is an exhaufllefs (tore, 
And thou thyfelf art love. 

5 O, for thy own, for Jefus' fake, 

Our many fins forgive ; 
Thy grace our rocky hearts can break, 
And breaking foon relieve. 

6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend, 

And thy dominion own ; 
Nor let a rival more pretend 
To repoffefs thy throne. 


CCXXXVr. L. M. Bzddome. 
7" 'he humble Publican, Luke xviii. 13. 

1 If ORD, with a griev'd and aching heart, 
-*- 1 To thee I look — to thee I cry ; 
Supply my wants, and eafe my fraart, 

help me foon, or elfe I die. 

2 Here on my foul a burden lies, 
No human power can it remove; 
My numerous fins like mountains rife, 
Do thou reveal thy pardoning love. 

3 Break off thefe adamantine chains, 
From cruel bondage fet me free ; 
Refcue from everlafting pains, 

And bring me fafe to heaven and thee. 

CCXXXVII. 7s. Madan's Collection. 
A Prayer for Humility, 

1 "I ORD, if thou thy grace impart, 
-*-* Poor in fpirit, meek in heart, 

1 fhall as my Matter be, 
Rooted in humility. 

2 Simple, teachable, and mild, 
Chang'd into a little child ; 
Pleas'd with all the Lord provides, 
Wean'd from all the world befides. 

3 Father, fix my foul on thee ; 
Every evil let me flee ; 
Nothing want beneath, above, 
Happy in thy precious love. 

4 O that all may feek and find 
Every good in jfefus join'd ! 
Him let Ifrael Tt ill adore, 
Truft him, praife him evermore. 


CCXXXVIII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Rejoicing in God, Jer. ix. 23, 24. 

r PHE righteous Lord, fupremely great, 
-*- Maintains his univerfal ftate ; 
O'er all the earth his pow'r extends, 
All heaven before his footftool bends. 
Yet juiHce (till with power prefides, 
And mercy all his empire guides; 
Mercy and truth are his delight, 
And faints are lovely in his light. 
No more, ye wife, your wifdom boad, 
No mote, ye ftrong your valor trufl: ; 
No more, ye rich, furvey your (tore, 
Elate with heaps of mining ore. 
Glory, ye faints, in this alone, 
That God, your God, to you is known ; 
That you have own'd his fovereign fvvay, 
That you have felt his cheering ray. 
Our wifdom, wealth, and power we find, 
In one Jehovah all combin'd ; 
On him we fix our roving eyes. 
And all our fouls in raptures rife. 
! All elfe, which we our treafare call, 
May in one fatal moment fall ; 
But what their happinefs can move, 
Whom God the blelTed deigns to love ? 

CCXXXIX. S. M. Salem New Tune. 
Dr. Doddridge. 

Rejoicing in the Ways of God, Pfalm cxxxviii. $* 

"VTOW let our voices join 
■^ To form a facred fong ; 
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways 
With mufic pafs along. 


2 How ftraight the path appears, 
How open and how fair ! 

No lurking gins t'entrap our feet ; 
No fierce deftroyer there. 

3 But flowers of paradife 
In rich profufion fpring ; 

The Sun of glory gilds the path, 
And dear companions fing. 

4 See Salem's golden fpires 
In beauteous profpecl rife ; 

And brighter crowns than mortals wear, 
Which fparkle thro' the flues. 

5 AW honor to his name, 
Who marks the (hining way ; 

To him, who leads the wanderers on 
To realms of endlefs day. 

CCXL. 7s. Cennick. 
Rejoicing in Hops, Ifiiah xxxv. io. Luke xii. 32. 

1 /CHILDREN of the heavenly King, 
^* As ye journey, fweetly fing ; 
Sing your Saviour's worthy praiie, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 Ye are travelling home to God. 
In the way the fathers trod ; 
They are happy now, and yc 
Soon their happinefs (hall fee. 

3 O ye banim'd feed be glad ! 
Chr'ijl our advocate is made ; 
Us to fave, our flefh affumes, 
Brother to our fouls becomes. 


4 Shout, ye little flock, and bled, 
Y u on Je/ns' throne (hall reft; 
There vour feat is now prepar'd, 
There your kingdom and reward. 

5 Fear not, brethren, joyful ftand 
On the borders of your land ; 
Jtfut Chrifl, your Father's Son, 
Bids you undifmay'd go on. 

C Lord! fubmimve make us go, 
Gladly leaving all below ; 
Only thou our leader be, 
And we Hill will follow thee ! 

CCXLI. L. M. Cchvper. 

Return of Joy. 

1 VT7HEN darknefs long has veiPd my mind, 

* * And fmiling day once more appears ; 
Then, my Redeemer, then I find 
The folly of my doubts and fears. 

2 I chide my unbelieving heart, 
And bluih that I mould ever be 
Thus prone to aft fo bafe a part, 

Or harbor one hard thought of thee ! 

3 O ! let me then at length be taught 
(What I am ltill fo flow to learn ;) 
That God is love and changes not, 
Nor knows the lhadow of a turn. 

4 Sweet truth, and eafy to repeat ! 
But when my faith is fharply try'd, 
I find myfelf a learner yet, 
Unikilful, weak, and apt to Aide. 

E e 


5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee 
Subdues the difobedient will ; 
Drives doubt and difcontent away, 
And thy rebellious worm is (till. 

6 Thou art as ready to forgive, 
As 1 am ready to repine ; 

Thou, therefore, all the praife receive ; 
Be fhame, and felf-abhorrence, mine. 

CCXLII. L. M. Dr. Watts's Sermons. 
Jujlice and Equity ', Matt. vii. 12. 

1 T3LESSED Redeemer, how divine, 
■*-* How righteous is this rule of thine, 
" Never to deal with others worfe 

u Than we would have them deal with us !" 

2 This golden lefTon, fhort and plain, 
Gives nor the mind nor memory pain : 
And every confcience mud: approve 
This univerfal law of love. 

3 'Tis written in each mortal breafr. 
Where all our tendered: wiflies rcfl : 
We draw it from our inmoft veins, 
"Where love to felf refides and reigns, 

4 Is reafon ever at a lofs ? 

Call in felf-love to judge the caufe : 
Let our own fondeit pafiions mew 
How we fiiould treat our neighbour too. 

5 How blefs'd would every nation prove, 
Thus rul'd by equity and love ! 

All would be friends without a foe, 
And form a paradife below. 


6 JefitSy forgive us, that we keep 
Thv facred law of Jove afleep ; 
And take our envy, wrath and pride, 
Thofe favage paffions for our guide. 

CCXLIII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

God flitting into the Heart, 2 Cor. iv. 6. 

1 "D RAISE to the Lord of boundlefs might, 
-*■ With uncreated glories bright ! 

His prefence gilds the worlds above ; 
The unchanging fource of. light and love. 

2 Cur rifing earth his eye beheld, 
When in fubftantial darknefs veil'd ; 
The fhapelefs chaos, nature's womb, 
Lay buried in the horrid gloom. 

3 " Let there be light," Jehovah faid, 
And light o'er all its face was fpread ; 
Nature array'd in charms unknown, 
Gay with its new-born luftre fnone. 

4 He fees the mind, when loft: it lies 
In fhades of ignorance and vice, 
And darts from heaven a vivid ray, 
And changes midnight into day. 

5 Shine, mighty God, with vigor mine 
On this benighted heart of mine ; 
And let thy glories (land reveal'd, 
As in the Saviour's face beheld. 

6 My foul, reviv'd by heav'n-born day, 
Thy radiant image mall difpiay, 
While all my faculties unite 

To praife the Lord, who gives me light. 
E e 2 


One Thing I know > John ix. 25. Ifaiah liv. 1 3. 

1 "P\EAR Saviour, make me wife to fee 
-*^ My fin, and guilt, and remedy ; 
5 Tis faid, of all thy blond has bought, 

" They (hall of Ifrael's God be taught," 

2 Their plague of heart thy people know ; 
They know thy name and trull thee too ; 
They know the gofpel's blifsful found, 
The paths where endlefs joys abound. 

3 They know the Father and the Son, 
Theirs is eternal life begun : 

Unto falvation they are wife, 
Their grace (hall into glory rife. 

4 But — ignorance itielf am I, 

Born blind — eflrang'd from thee I lie ; . 

Lord> to thee I humbly own 

1 nothing know as fliould be known. 

5 I fcarce know God, or Chrl/l 9 or (in, 
My foes without, or plague within ; 
Know not my intereft, Lord, in thee, 
In pardon, peace, or liberty. 

6 But help me to declare to-day, 
If many things I cannot fay, 

" One thing I know," all praife to thee, 
" Tho' blind I was — yet now I fee. " 

CCXLV. C. M. Fawcett. 

Knowledge at prefent tmperfeEt, 1 Cor. xiii. 9. 

1 nrTIY way, O God, is in the fea, 
•*■ Thy paths 1 cannot trace ; 
Nor comprehend the myftcry 
Of thy unbounded grace. 


2 Here the dark veils of rlefh and fenfe, 

My captive foul furround ; 
Mvfterioits deeps of providence, 
My wandering thoughts confound. 

3 When I behold thy awful hand 

My earthly hopes deftroy ; 

In deep afronifhment I ftand, 

And alk the reafon, why ? 

4 As thro* a glafs I dimly fee 

The wonders of thy love, 
How little do I know of thee, 
Or of the joys above ! 

5 'Tis but in part I know thy will, 

I blefs thee for the fight ; 
When will thy love the reft reveal 
In glory's clearer light ? 

6 With rapture fhall I then furvey 

Thy providence, and grace ; 
And fpend an everlafting day 
In wonder, love and praife. 


Liberality ; or, the Duty and Pleafures of Benevolence. 

1 f~\ WHAT ftnpendous mercy fhines 
^-^ Around the majefty of heaven ! 
Rebels he deigns to call his fons, 
Their fouls renew'd, their fins forgiven. 

2 Go, imitate the grace divine, 
The grace that blazes like a fun ; 
Hold forth your fair, tho' feeble light, 
Thro' all your lives let mercy run : 


3 Upon your bounty's willing wings 
Swift let the great falvation fly ; 
The hungry feed, the naked clothe, 
To pain and (icknefs help apply. 

4 Pity the weeping widow's woe, 
And be her counfellor and fray ; 
Adopt the fatherlefs, and fmooth 
To ufeful, happy life his way. 

5 Let age with want and weaknefs bow'd, 
Your bowels of compaffion move 

Let e'en your enemies be blefs'd, 
Their hatred recompens'd with love. 

6 When all is done, renounce your deeds, 
Renounce felf-righteoufnefs with fcorn ; 
Thus will you glorify your God, 

And thus the chriftian name adorn. 

CCXLVII. L. M. Lebanon Tune. D. Turner. 

Thou fi alt love the Lord thy God, &c. 
Deut. vi. 5. 

1 VES, I would love thee, blelTed God! 

•*■ Paternal goodnefs marks thy name j 
Thy praifes thro' thy high abode, 
The heav'nly hofts with joy proclaim. 

2 Freely thou giv'fr. thy deareft Son, 
For man to fuffer, bleed, and die ; 
And brdfl me, as a wretch undone, 
For all I want on him rely. 

3 In him thy reconciled face, 
With joy unfpeakable I fee ; 

And feel thy powerful, wondrous grace 
Draw and unite mv foul to thee. 

LOVE tO GOD. 248. 

4 Whene'er my foolilh wandering heart, 
Attracted by a creature's power. 
Would from this blifsful centre ftart 
Lord, fix it there to ilray no more! 

CCXLVIII. C. M. Ryland, Junior. 
Delight in God, Pfalm xxxvii. 4. 

1 r\ LORD, I would delight in thee, 
^^ And on thy care depend ; 

To thee in every trouble flee, 
My belt, my only friend. 

2 When all created ftreams are dry'd, 

Thy fulnefs is the fame ; 
, May I with this be fatisfy'd, 
And glory in thy name ! 

3 Why mould the foul a drop bemoan 

Who has a fountain near, 
A fountain which will ever run 
With waters fweet and clear ? 

4 No good in creatures can be found, 

But may be found in thee ; 
I muft have all things, and abound, 
While God is God to me. 

5 O that T had a Wronger faith 

To look within the veil, 
To credit what my Saviour faith, 
Whofe word can never fail ! 

C He that has made my heaven fecure <i 

Will here all good provide : 
While Chrlfl is rich can I be poor, 
Who am his much-lov'd bride ? 

249? 2 5 ' G RACF<? OF THE SPIRIT. 
7 O Lord, T caft my caie on thee, 
I tiiumph and adore ; 
Henceforth my great concern (hall be 
To love and pleafe thee more. 

CCXL1X. L. M Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. 
Lo e to Christ prefent or abfent, 

1 (~\F all the joys we mortals know, 
^J Jcfus, thy love exceeds the reft ; 
Love, the beft bleffing here below, 
The neareft image of the bleft. 

2 While we are held in thy embrace, 
There's not a thought attempts to rove ; 
Each fmile upon thy beauteous face 
Fixes, and charms, and fires our love. 

3 While of thy abfence we complain, 
And long, or weep in all we do, 
There's a ftrange pleafu^e in the pain, 
And tears have their own fweetneis too. 

4 When round thy courts by day we rove ; 
Or alk the watchmen of the night 

For fome kind tidings of our love, 
Thy very name creates delight. 

5 Jefus, our God, yet rather come ; 
Our eyes would dwell upon thy face; 
'Tis bed: to fee our Lord at home, 
And feel the prefence of his grace. 

CCL. 7s. Cookham Tune. Newton. 

Lovejl thou me? John.xxi. 16. 

I 5" B TS a point I long to know, 

-*- Oft it caufes anxious thought: 
Do T love the Lord or no; 
Am I his, or am I not i 


2 If I love, why am I thus ? 
Why this dull and lifelefs frame ? 
Hardly, fure, can they be worfe, 
Who have never heard his name. 

3 [Could my heart fo hard remain, 
Prayer a talk and burden prove ; 
Every trifle give me pain, 

If I knew a Saviour's love ? 

4 When I turn my eyes within, 
All is dark, and vain, and wild; 
Fill'd with unbelief and fin, 
Can I deem myfelf a child ?] 

5 If I pray, or hear, or read, 
Sin is mix'd with all I do ; 
You that love the Lord indeed, 
Tell me, is it thus with you ? 

6 Yet I mourn my ftubborn will, 
Find my fin a grief and thrall ; 
Should I grieve for what I feci, 
If I did not love at all r 

7 [Could I joy his faints to meet, 
Choofe the ways I once abhorr'd; 
Find, at times, the promife fweet, 
If I did not love the Lord?~] 

8 Lord, decide the doubtful cafe! 
Thou who art thy peoples fun ; 
Shine upon thy work of grace, 
If it be indeed begun. 

9 Let me love thee mere and mere, 
If I love at all, I pray 

If I have not lov'd before, 
Help me to be" ; n to-dav. 


CCLI. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems, 

Definng to love Christ. 

i /"^OME, let me love : or is my mind 
^ Harden'd to (tone, or froze to ice ? 
I fee the blefled fair one bend 
And (loop to embrace me from the ikies ! 

2 O ! 'tis a thought would melt a rock, 
And make a heart of iron move, 

That thofe fweet lips, that heavenly look 
Should feek and wifh a mortal love I 

3 I was a traitor doom'd to fire, 
Bound to fuftain eternal pains ; 
He flew on wings of ftrong defire, 
AfTum'd my guilt, and took my chains* 

4 infinite grace ! almighty charms ! 
Stand in amaze, ye rolling Ikies ! 
jfefus the God, extends his arms, 
Hangs on a crofs of love, and dies. 

5 Did pity ever (loop fo low, 
Drefs'd in divinity and blood ? 
Was ever rebel courted fo 

In groans of an expiring God? 

6 Again he lives and fpreads his hands, 
Hands that were naii'd to torturing fmart ; 

«' By thefe dear wounds," fays he ; and Hands 
And prays to clafp me to his heart. 

7 Sure I mull love ; or are my ears 
Still deaf, nor will my paffions move ? 
Lord! melt this flinty heart to tears.; 
This heart mall yield to death or love. 

LOVE TO CHRIST. 252,253, 

CCLII. C. M. Dr. S. 
Profejfi'jn of Love to Cmrist. 

1 A ND have I, Chnjl^ no love to thee, 
-^*- No paflion for thy charms ? 

No wifli my Saviour's face to fee, 
And dwell within his arms ? 

2 Is there no fpark of gratitude 

In this cold heart of mine, 
To him whofe generous bofom glow'd 
With friendihip all divine ? 

3 Can I pronounce his charming name, 

His acts of kindnefs tell ; 
And, while I dwell upon the theme, 
No fweet emotion feel ? 

4 Such bafe ingratitude as this 

What heart but muft detefr ! 
Sure Chrijl deferves the nobieft place 
In every human breair. 

5 A very wretch, Lord, I fhould prove, 

Had I no love to thee : 
Rather than not my Saviour love, 
O may I ceafe to be ! 

CCLIII. 8s. New Jerufalena Tune. B. Francis. 
Supreme Love to Christ. 

1 "V/TY gracious Redeemer I love, 
±VX j^j s p ra if e3 a l ouc j X'll proclaim, 
And join with the armies above 
To fhout his adorable name. 
To gaze on his glories divine 
Shall be my eternal employ, 
And feel them focefontly mine, 
My boundlefs ineffable joy. 

Ff 2 


2 He freely redeem'd with his blood, 
My foul from the confines of hell, 
To live on the fmiles of my GW, 
And in his fwcet prefence to dwell ; 
To fhine with the angels of light, 
With faints and with feraphs to fing, 
To view, with eternal delight, 

My Jefus, m y Saviour, my King. 

3 In Mcjbcch, as yet, I refide, 
A darkfome and refilefs abode ! 
Molelred with foes on each fide, 
And longing to dwell with my God. 
O, when mall my fpirit exchange 
This cell of corruptible clay, 

For manfions celeflial, and range 
Thro' realms of ineffable day 1 

4 My glorious Redeemer! Llong 
To fee thee defcend on the cloud, 
Amidir. the bright numberlefs throng, 
And mix with the triumphing crowd: 
O, when wilt thou bid me afcend, 
To join in thy praifes above, 

To gaze on thee, world without end, 
And feaft on thy ravifhing love ? 

5 Nor forrow, nor ficknefs, nor pain* 
Nor fin, nor temptation, nor fear, 
Shali ever moled me again, 
Perfection of glory reigns there. 
This foul and this body fhall fhine 
In robes of faivation and praife, 
And banquet on pleafures divine, 
Where God his full beauty difplays. 

B 1 


» Ye palaces, fceptres, and crowns, 
Your pride with difdain I furvey ; 
Your pomps are but fhadows and founds, 
And pafs in a moment away: 
The crown that my Saviour beftows, 
Yon permanent fun (hall outfhine ; 
My joy everla(Ungly flows, 
My God, my Redeemer is mine. 

CCLIV. S. M. Vermont Tune. Fawcett. 

Love to the Brethren. 

LEST be the tie that binds 
Our hearts in chriiHan love ; 
The fellowship of kindred minds 

Is like to that above. 

Before our Father's throne 

We pour our ardent prayers ; 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 

Our comforts and our cares. 

We (hare our mutual woes ; 

Our mutual burdens bear ; 
And often for each other flows 

The fympathizing tear. 

When we afunder part, 

It gives us inward pain, 
But we (hall ftifl be join'd in heart, 

And hope to meet again. 

This glorious hope revives 

Our courage by the way ; 
While each in expectation lives, 

And longs to fee the day. 

From forrow, toil, and pain, 

And fin-, we mall be free ; 
And perfeft love and friendfhip reign 

Thro' all eternity. 

CCLV. S. M. Beddome. 
Chrifian Love> Gal. iii. 28. 

1 T ET party names no more 

-**— ' The chriftian world o'erfpread ; 
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, 
Are onf in Chrift their head. 

2 Among the faints on earth, 
Let mutual love be found ; 

Heirs of the fame inheritance, 
With mutual bleffings crown'd. 

3 Let envy, child of hell ! 
Be banim'd far away ; 

Thofe mould in ftricleft friendfliip dwell, 
Who the fame Lord obey. 

4 Thus will the church below 
Refemble that above, 

Where dreams of pleafure ever flow, 
And every heart is love. 

CCLVT. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

The Heart purified to unfeigned love of the Brethren 
by the Spirit, 1 Peter i. 22. 

1 (^ REAT Spirit of immortal love, 

^~* Vouchafe our frozen hearts to move ; 
With ardor ftrong thefe breafrs inflame 
To all that own a Saviour's name. 

2 Still let the heavenly fire endure 
Fervent and vigorous, true and pure : 
Let every heart and every hand 
Join in the dear fraternal band. 

3 Celeflial Dove, defcend, and bring 
The fmiling bleffings on thy wing ; 
And make us tafre thofe fwcets below 
Which in the blifsful manfions grow. 

CCLVIT. CM. Dr. Doddridge. 
Love to our neighbour; or, the Good Samaritan, 
Luke x. 29 — 37. 
i "J7ATHER of mercies, fend thy grace, 
■*• AH-powerful from above, 
To form, in our obedient fouls, 
The image of thy love. 
2 O may our iympathizing breads 
That generous pleafure know ; 
Kindly to (hare in others joy, 
And weep for others woe. 
5 When the mod helplefs fons of grief, 
In low diftrefs are laid, 
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 
And fwift our hands to aid. 

4 So jfefus look'd on dying man, 

When thron'd above the fides ; 
And 'midft the embraces of his God, 
He felt compafTion rife. 

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew 

To raife us from the ground ; 
And fhed the richeft of his blood, 
A balm for every wound. 


Love to our Enemies from the example o/*Christ, 
Luke xxiii. 34. Mat. v. 44. 

1 A LCUD we fing the wondrous grace, 
x ■*■ Chrijl to his murderers bare ; 
Which made the torturing crofs its throne, 

And hung its trophies there. 

2 " Father, forgive," his mercy cried, 

With his expiring breath, 
And drew eternal bleffings down 
On thofe who wrought his death. 


3 Jefus, this wondrous love we fing, 

And whilit we fing admire ; 
Breathe on our fouls, and kindle there, 

The fame celeitial fire. 

4. Sway'd by thy dear example, we 
For enemies will pray ; 
With love, their hatred, and their curfe 
With blelTings will repay. 

CCLIX. C M. Providence College Tune. 
Dr. S. Stennett. 

All Attainments vain without Love, I Cor. 
xiii. l — 3. 

1 CHOULD bounteous nature kindly pour 
^ Her richefl: gifts on me, 

Still, O my God, I mould be poor, 
If void of love to thee. 

2 Not Paining wit, nor manly fenfe, 

Could make me truly good : 
Not zeal itfelf could recompenfe 
The want of love to God. 

3 Did T poffefs the gift of tongues, 

But were deny'd thy grace, 
My loudeft words, my loftieft fongs 
Would be but founding brafs. 

4 Tho' thou fhould'ft give me heavenly fkill. 

Each myftery to explain, 
If I'd no heart to do thy will, 
My knowledge would be vain. 

5 Had 1 fo ftrong a faith, my God, 

As mountains to remove, 
No faith could do me real good, 
That did not work by lore. 


6 [What tho' to gratify my pride, 

And make my heaven fecure, 
All my pofleflions I divide, 
Among the hungry poor ! 

7 What tho' my body I confign 

To the devouring flame, 
In hope the glorious deed will mine 
In rolls of endlefs fame ! 

8 Thefe fplendid acts of vanity, 

Tho' all the world applaud, 
If deftitute of charity, 

Can never pleafe my God.'] , 

9 O grant me then this one requeh 1 , 

And I'll be fatisfy'd ; 
That love divine may rule my bread, 
And all my actions guide. 

CCLX. S. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
The Meek beautified with Salvation, Pfalm cxli::. 4. 

1 "Y"E humble fouls, rejoice, 

■*• And cheerful praifes fing ; 
Wake all your harmony of voice, 
For Jefus is your King. _ 

2 That meek and lowly Lord, 
Whom here your fouls have known, 

Pledges the honor of his word 
T' avow you for his own. 

3 He brings falvation near, 

For which his blood was paid ; 
How beauteous mall your fouls appear, 
Thus fumptuoufly array'd ! 
G ff 


4 Sing, for the day is nigh, 
When near your Saviour's feat, 

The talleft fons of pride (hall lie, 
The footftool of your feet. 

5 Salvation, Lord, is thine, 
And all thy faints confefs, 

The royal robes, in which they mine, 
Were wrought by fovereign grace. 

CCLXI. C. M. Needham. 

Moderation; or, the Saint indeed, Phil. iv. 5. 

1 TTAPPY the man, whofe cautious fleps, 
* 4- Still keep the golden mean : 
Whofe life, by wifdom's rules well form'd, 

Declares a confcience clean. 

2 Not of himfelf he highly thinks, 

Nor ads the boafler's part, 
His modelt tongue the language fpeaks 
Of his ftill humbler heart. 

3 Not in bafe fcandal's arts he deals, 

For truth dwells in his breafl: ; 
"With grief he fees his neighbour's faults, 
And thinks and hopes the beft. 

4 What bleflings bounteous heaven beftows 

He takes with thankful heart ; 
With temp'rance he both eats and drinks, 
And gives the poor a part. 

5 To feci: or party, his large foul 

Difdains to be confin'd ; 
The good he loves of every name 
And prays for all mankind. 


6 Pure is his zeal, the offspring fair 

Of truth and heavenly love ; 
The bigots rage can never dwell 
Where relts the peaceful dove. 

7 His bufinefs is to keep his heart, 

Each paflion to control ; 

Nobly ambitious well to rule 

The empire of his foul. 

8 Not on the world his heart is fet, 

His treafure is above ; 
Nothing beneath the fovereign good, 
Can claim his hioheft love. 


Agur's WifJj, Proverbs xxx. 7, 8, 9. 

1 r ~PHUS Jgur breath'd his warm defire, 
-* " My God, two favors I require, 
" In neither my requeft deny, 
M Vouchfafe them both before I die. 

1 Far from my heart and tents exclude 
' Thofe enemies to all that's good, 

* Folly, whofe pleafures end in death, 

* And fa flood's peltilential breath: 

3 " Be neither wealth nor want my lot: 
< Below the doom, above the cot, 
4 Let me my life unanxious lead, 
1 And know nor luxury nor need." 

4 Thefe wifhes, Lord, we make our own : 
O fhed in moderation down 

Thy bounties, 'till this mortal breath, 
Expiring, tunes thy praife in death 1 
G g 2 


5 But fhovildft thou large poiTeflions give, 
May we with thankfulnefs receive 
The exuberance — (till our Gcd adore 
And blefs the needy from our (tore ! 

6 Or mould we feel the pains of want, 
Submiflion, refignation grant, 

'Till thou 'halt fend the wifh'd fupply> 
Or call us to the blifs on high. 


Chrijl'ian Patience > Luke xxi. 19. 

1 pATIENCE ! O what a grace divine ! 
•*• Sent from the God of power and love 
SubmiiTive to its Father's hand, 

As thro' the wilds of life we rove* 

2 By patience we ferenely bear 
The troubles of our mortal (late, 
And wait contented our difcharge, 
Nor think our glory comes too late. 

3 Tho' we in full fenfation feel 

The weight, the wounds our God ordains, 
We fmile amid our heavieft woes, 
And triumph in our fharpeft pains. 

4 O for this grace to aid us on, 
And arm with fortitude the breaft, 
'Till life's tumultuous vrtyage is o'er, 
We reach the mores of endlefs reft I 

9 Faith into virion fhall refign, 
Hope fhall in full fruition die ; 
And patience in poiTcliion end 
In the bright worlds of blifs on high. 


PATIENCE PEACE. 264, 265. 

CCLXIV. L. M. Beddome. 

EAR Lord, tho' bitter is the cup 


"'iiv gracious hand deals out to me, 
I cheerfully would drink it up, 
That cannot hurt which comes from thee, 

2 Dam it with thine unchanging love, 
Let not a drop of wrath be there ; 
The faints for ever blefs'd above, 
Were often moil afHicled here. 

3 From jfefus, thy incarnate Son, 
I'll learn obedience to thy will ; 
And humbly kifs the chuitening rod, 
When its feverelt llrokes I feel. 

CCLXV. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
God /peaking Peace to his People, Pfalm lxxxv. §. 

1 1 1NITE, my roving thoughts, 
^ In filence foft and fweet : 

And thou, my foul, lit gently down 
At thy great Sovereign's feet. 

2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard, 

Yet gladly I attend ; 
For lo ! the everlafting God 
Proclaims himfelf my friend. 

3 Harmonious accents to my foul 

The founds of peace convey ; 
The temper! at his word fubfides, 
And winds and feas obey. 

4 Ey all its joys, I charge my hea: ■*., 

To grieve his love no more ; 
But charm'd by melody divine, 
To give its follies o'er. 


CCLXVI. 1 1 2th. R.Hill. 
A Prayer for the promifed ReJ}, Ifaiah xxvi. 3, 

1 T\EAR friend of friendlefs finners, hear, 
-*^ And magt.iry thy grace divine : 
Pardon a worm that would draw near, 

That would his heart to thee relign : 
A worm by felf and fin cppreft, 
That pants to reach thy promis'd reft. 

2 With holy fear, and reverend love 

I long to lie beneath thy throne ; 
I long in thee to live, and move, 

And ftay myfelf on thee alone : 
Teach me to lean upon thy breaft, 
To find in thee the promifed reft. 

3 Thou fay'ft thou wilt, thv fervants keep, 

In perfect peace, whofe minds fhall be 
Like new-born babes, or helplefs fheep, 

Completely ftay'd, dear Lord, on thee: 
How calm their ftate, how truly bieft, 
Who truft on thee the promifed reft ! 

j. Take me, my Saviour, as thine own, 
And vindicate my righteous caufe ; 

Be thou my portion, Lord, alone ; 
And bend me to obey thy laws : 

In thy dear arms of love carefs'd, 

Give me to find thy promis'd reft. 

; Bid the tempeftuous rage of fin 
With all its wrathful fury die ; 
Let the Redeemer dwell within, 

And turn my forrows into joy : 
O may my heart, by thee pofTefs'd, 
Know thee to be my promis'd reft ! 

REPENTANCE, 26 J , 268. 

CCLXVTI. CM. Dr. Doddridge. 

God hath commanded all Men every where to repent, 

A els xvii. 30. 
I " "O EPENT," the voice celeftial cries, 
*^ Nor longer dare delay : 
The wretch that fcorns the mandate dies, 
And meets a fiery day. 
t No more the fovereign eye of God 
O'erlooks the crimes of men ; 
His heralds are difpatch'd abroad 
To warn the world of fin. 
3 The fummons reach thro' all the earth ; 
Let earth attend and fear : 
Liften, ye men of royal birth, 

And iet your vafials hear. 
Together in his prefence bow, 
And all vour guilt confefs ; 
Embrace the blefTed Saviour now, 

Nor trifle with his grace. 
Bow, ere the awful trumpet found, 

And call you to his bar: 
For mercy knows the appointed bound, 

And turns to vengeance there. 
Amazing love, that yet will call, 

And yet prolong our days! 
Our hearts fubdued by goodnefs fall, 
And weep, and love, and praife. 

CCLXVIII. CM. Dr. Doddridge. 

Peter's Admonition to Simon Magus, turned into 

Prayer, Aclsviii. 21 — 24. 
OEARCHER of hearts, before thy face, 
*^ I all my foul difplay ; 
And confcious of its innate arts, 
Intreat thy ftrict furrey. 


2 If lurking in its inmoft folds 

I any (in conceal, 
O let a ray of light divine 
The fecret guile reveal. 

3 If tinclur'd with that odious gall 

Unknowing I remain, 
Let grace, like a pure friver (tream, 
Warn out th* accurfed ftain. 

4 If in thefe fatal fetters bound 

A wretched flave 1 lie, 
Smite off my chains, and wake my foul 
To light and liberty. 

5 To humble penitence and prayer 

Be gentle pity given : 
Speak ample pardon to my heart, 
And feal its claim to heaven. 

CCLXIX. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Christ exalted to be a Prince and a Saviour, to 
give Repentance, A els v. 31. 

1 T7XALTED Prince of life, we own 
-*--' The royal honors of thy throne ; 
'Tis fix.'d by God's almighty hand, 
And feraphs bow at thy c oiiimand. 

2 Exalted Saviour, we confefs 

The fovereign triumphs of thy grace ; 
Where beams of gentle radiance mine, 
And temper majelty divine. 

3 Wide thy refiftlefs fceptre fway, 
Till all thine enemies obey : 
Wide may thy crofs its virtue prove, 
And conauer millions by its love ! 


4 Mighty to vanquish, and forgive ! 
Thine Ifrael (hall repent and live; 
And loud proclaim thy healing breath, 
Which works their life who wrought thy death. 

CCLXX. 7s. Cookham Tune. Dr. S. Steknett. 

Penitential Sighs. 

1 "LEATHER, at thy call I come; 

■*■ In thy bofom there is room , 

For a guilty foul to hide, 
Prefs'd with grief on every fide. 

2 Here I'll make my piteous moan ; 
Thou canft underitand a groan : 
Here my fins, and forrows tell ; 

What I feel thou knov/eft well. - - 

3 Ah ! how foolifh I have been, 
To obey the voice of fin, 

To forget thy love to me, 
And to break my vows to thee. 

4 Darknefs fills my trembling foul, 
Floods of forrow o'er me roll: 
Pity, Father, pity me ; 

All my hope's alone in thee. 

5 But, may fach a wretch as I, 
Self-condemn'd and dootn'd to die, 
Ever hope to be forgiven, 

And be fmil'd upon by Heaven? 

6 May I round thee cling and twine, 
Call myfelf a child of thine, 
And prefume to claim a part 

In a tender father's heart I 



7 Yes, I may, for I efpy 

Pity trickling from thine eye : 
'Tis a father's bowels move, 
Move with pardon, and with love. 

8 Well I do remember too 

What his love hath deign'd to do ; 
How he fent a Saviour down, 
All ray follies to atone. 

9 Has my elder Brother died ? 
A nd is juftice fatisfied ? 
Why, O why mould I defpair 
Of my Father's tender care ? 

CCLXXI. C. M. Charmouth Tune. 
Dr. S. Stennett. 

The Penitent. 

i pROSTRATE, dear ».r, at thy feet 
•*- A guilty rebel lies ; 
And upwards to the mercy feat 
Prefumes to lift his eyes. 

2 O let not juftice frown me hence : 

Stay, (lay the vengeful ftorm : 
Forbid it that Omnipotence 
Should crufh a feeble worm. 

3 If tears of forrow would fufflce 

To pay the debt I owe, 
Tears fhould from both my weeping eyes 
In ceafelefs torrents flow. 

4 But no fuch facrifice I plead 

To expiate my guilt ; 
No tears, but thofe which thou haft fiied, 
No blood, but thou haft fpilt. 


5 Think of thy forrows, deareft Lord, 
And all my fins forgive : 
Juftice will well approve the word, 
That biJs the finncr live. 

CCLXXII. C. M. Steele. 

Penitence and Hope. 

1 TAEAR Saviour, when my thoughts recall 
-*^ The wonders of thy grace ; 

Low at thy feet aiham'd I fall, 
And hide this wretched face. 

2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid ? 

Ah vile ungrateful heart ! 
By earth's low cares detain'd, betray \J, 
From Jefvs to depart — 

3 From jfefus, who alone can give 

True pleafure, peace, and reft : 
When abfent from my Lord) I live 
Unfatisfy'd, unblefh 

4 But he, for his own mercy's fake, 

My wandering foul reilores : 
He bids the mourning heart partake 
The pardon it implores. 

5 O while I breathe to thee, my Lord, 

The penitential figh, 
Confirm the kind, forgiving word, 
With pity in thine eye ! 

€ Then mail the mourner at thy feet, 
Rejoice to feek thy face ; 
And grateful own how kind ! how fweet ! 
Thy condefcending grace. 
H h 2 


CCLXXIII. L. M. Blddome. 

The Prodigal Son; or, the repenting Sinner accepted, 
Luke xv. 32. 

1 HP HE mighty God will not defpife 

■*■ The contrite heart for facrifice ; 
The deep fetch'd figh, the fecret groaa 
Rifes accepted to the throne. 

2 He meet3, with tokens of his grace, 
The trembling lip, the bluming face ; 
His bowels yearn when finners pray, 
And mercy bears their fins away. 

3 When filPd with grief, o'erwhelm'd with flume, 
He, pitying, heais their broken frame ; 

He hears their fad complaints, and fpies 
His image in their weeping eyes. 

4 Thus, what a rapturous joy pofTeft 
The tender parents throbbing bread, 
To fee his fpendthrift fon return, 
And hear him his pait follies mourn ! 

CCLXXIV. C. M. Beddome. 
Why iveepejl thou? John xx. 13. 

1 TTTHY, O my foul, why weepeft thou ? 

* * Tell me from whence arife 
Thofe briny tears that often flow, 
Thofe groans that pierce the fides ? 

2 Is fin the caufe of thy complaint, 

Or the chaitiiing rod ? 
Dofl thou an evil heart lament, 
And mourn an abfent God? 

3 Lord, let me weep for nought but fin, 

And after none but thee, 
And then, I would, O that I might! 
A confta.nt weeper be ! 

RESIGNATION. 275,276, 

CCLXXV. C. M. Cowper. 
The contrite Hearty Ifaiah Ivii. 15. 

1 npHE Lord will happinefs divine 

■*- On contrite hearts bellow ; 
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 
A contrite heart or no ? 

2 I hear, but feem to hear in vain, 

Infenfible as Heel ; 
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain 
To find I cannot feel. 

3 I fometimes think myfelf inclin'd 

To love thee, if I could ; 

But often feel another mind, 

Averfe to all that's good. 

4 My beil deiires are faint and few, 

I fain would flrive for more ; 
But when I cry, " My drength renew," 
Seem weaker than before. 

5 Thy faints are comforted I know, 

And love thy houie of prayer ; 
I fometimes go where others go, 
But find no comfort there. 

6 O make this heart rejoice or ache ; 

Decide this doubt for me ; 
And if it be not broken, break, 
And heal it, if it be. 

CCLXXVT. CM. Abridge Tune. Beddome; 

Resignation; or, God our Portion* 

l "1V/TY times of forrow and of joy, 
■*-**■ Great God, are in thy hand ; 
My choice!!: comforts come from thee, 
And go at thy command. 


2 If thou fhouldft take them all away, 

Yet would I not repine ; 
Before they were po/TefsM by me, 
They were entirely thine. 

3 Nor would I dr.op a murmuring word, 

Tho' the whole world were gone, 
But feek enduring happinefs 
In thee, and thee alone. 

4 What is the world with all its {tore ? 

'Tis but a bitter- fweet ; 
When 1 attempt to pluck, the rofe, 
A pricking thorn I meet. 

5 Here perfect blifs can ne'er be found, 

The honey's mix'd with gall ; 
Midfl: changing fcenes and dying friends, 
Be thou my all* in all. 

CCLXXVII. C. M. Cowper. 


1 C\ LORD, my befl defires fulfil, 
^* And help me to refign 

Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 
And make thy pleafure mine. 

2 Why mould I fhrink at thy command 

Whofe love forbids my fears r* 
Or trembly at the gracious hand 
That wipes away my tears ? 

3 No, let me rather freely yield 

What moil I prize to thee ; 

"Who never haft a good withheld, 

Or wilt withheld from me. 


4 Thy favor all my journey thro', 
Thou art engag'd to grant ; 
What elfe I want, or think I do, 
'Tis better (till to want. 

c Wifdom and mercy guide my way, 
Shall I refift them both? 
A poor blind creature of a day, 
And crufh'd before the moth ! 

6 But ah ! my inward fpirit cries, 
Still bind me to thy fway ; 
Elfe the next cloud that veils my fides, 
Drives all thefe thoughts away. 

CCLXXVIII. C. M. Stlele. 

Filial Subml/fion, Heb. xii. 7. 

1 A ND can my heart afpire fo high, 
-^ To fay, " My Father, God!" 
Lord, at thy feet I fain would lie, 

And learn to kifs the rod. 

2 I would fubmit to all thy will, 

For thou art good and wife ; 
Let every anxious thought be (till, 
Nor one faint murmur rife. 

3 Thy love can cheer the darkfome gloom, 

And bid me wait ferene ; 
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, 
And brighten all the fcene. 

4 " My Father" — O permit my heart 

To plead her humble claim, 
And afk the blifs thofe words impart, 
In my Redeemer's name. 


CCLXXIX. C. M. Grove Houfe Tune. 
T. Greene. 

// is the Lord — let him do what feemeth him good, 
1 Sam. iii. 1 8. 

1 TT is the Lord — enthron'd in Light, 
A Whofe claims are all divine ; 
Who has an undifputed right 

To govern me and mine. 

2 It is the Lord— -mould I diftruft, 

Or contradict his will ? 
Who cannot do but what is juft, 
And mud be righteous ftill. 

3 It is the Lord — who gives me all 

My wealth, my friends, my eafe ; 
And of his bounties may recall 
Whatever part he pleafe. 

4 It is the Lord — who can fuftain 

Beneath the heaviefr. load, 

From whom affiftance I obtain 

To tread the thorny road. 

5 It is the Lord — whofe matchlefs fkill 

Can from afflictions raife 
Matter, eternity £o fill 

With ever growing praife. 

6 It is the Lord — my cov'nant God, 

Thrice bleffed be his name ! 
Whofe gracious promife feal'd with blood, 
Muft ever be the fame. 

7 His cov'nant will my foul defend, 

Should nature's felf expire ; 
And the great Judge of all defcend 
In awful flames of fire!, 


8 And can my foul with hopes like thefe 
Be fullen, or repine ? 
No, gracious God, take what thou pleafe, 
To thee I all refign. 

CCLXXX. C. U. Needham. 

Self -denial; or, taking up the Crofs, Mark viii. 3 3. 
Luke ix. 26. 

1 A SHAM'D of Chr-Jll my foul difdain 
•t *■ The mean ungenerous thought : 
Shall I difown that friend, whofe blood 

To man falvation brought ? 

2 With the glad news of love and peace 

From heaven to earth he came ; 
For us endur'd the painful crofs, 
For us defpis'd the fhame. 

3 At his command, we mud take up 

Our crofs without delay : 
Our lives— and thoufand lives of ours 
His love can ne'er repay. 

4 Each faithful fafferer Jefus views 

With infinite delight ; 
Their lives to him are dear, their deaths 
Are precious in his fight. 

I To bear his name, his crofs to bear \ 
Our higheft honor this ! 
Who nobly fufTers now for him, 
Shall reign with him in biifs. 

6 But mould we in the evil day 
From our profeflion fly, 
Jefus the Judge, before the world, 
The traitor will deny. 
i i 



Sslf-Jenlal, Mark viii. 34. Luke ix. 23. 

1 A ND mud I part with all I have, 
-^- My dearelt Lord, for thee ? 

It is but tight, (jrjce thou had done 
Much more than this for me. 

2 Yes, let it go — one look from thee 

Will more than make amends, 
For all the ioifes I fufraih 
Of credit, riches, friends. 

5 Ten thonfand worlds, ten thoufand lives, 
How v/orthlefs they appear 
Compar'd with thee, fupremely good, 
Divinely bright and fair ! 

4 Saviour of fouls, c?/iild I from thee 
A (ingle fmile obtain, 
Tho' deftitute of all things elfe, 
I'd glory in my gain. 

CCLXXXII. CM. Da. Watts's Sermons. 

Sincerity and Truth, Phil. iv. 8. 

1 T ET thofe who bear the chriftian name 
•*~ J Their holy vows fulfil : 

The faints, the followers of the Lamb, 
Are men of honor (till. 

2 True to the folernn oaths they take, 

Tho' to their hurt they fwear : 
Con (Ian t and ju(t to all they fpeak, 
For God and angels hear. 

3 Still with their lips their hearts agree, 

Nor flattering words devife : 
They know the God of truth can fee 
Thro' every faife difguife. 


SINCERITY, &C. 283,284. 

4. They hate the appearance of a lie, 
In all the fhapes ir wears ; 
Firm to the truth — and when they die, 
Eternal life is theirs. 

5 Lo ! from afar th* Lord dcfcev.cs, 

And brings the judgment down ; 
He bids his faints, his faithful friends, 
Rife and poiTefs their crown. 

6 While fatan trembles at the fight, 

And devils wi:h to die, 
Whei e will the faithlefs hypocrite 
And guilty liar fly ? 

CCLXXXUI. S. M. Stoke Tune, Bed^ome. 

Sincerity dejired. 

F fecret fraud mould dwell 
Within this heart of mine : 
Purge out, O Gdd, that curfed leaven. 

And make me wholly thine. 

If any rival there 

Dares to ufurp the throne, 
O tear th' infernal traitor thence. 

And reign thyfelf alone. 

Is any lult conceal'd ? 

Bring it to open view; 
Search, fcarch, dear Lord, my inmofi foul, 

And all its powers renew. 

CCLXXXIV. C. M. Fawcett. 

Spiritual Minds dnefs ', or, iuivard y ReUgion t 
James i. 27. 
Ty ELIGION is the chief concern 
■*-^" Of mortals here below ; 
May 1 its great importance learn, 
Its fovereign virtue know ! 
I i 2 


2 More needful ibis, than glittering wealth?- 

Or aught the world bellows ; 
Not reputation, food, or health, 
Can give us fuch repofe. 

3 Religion mould our thoughts engage, 

Amidft our youthful bloom ; 
'Twill fit us for declining age, 
And for the awful tomb. 

4 O may my heart, by grace renew'd, 

Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
And be my (tubborn will fubdu'd, 
His government to own I 

5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, 

Be join'd with godly fear ; 
And all my converfation prove 
My heart to be fin cere. 

6 Preferve me from the fnares of fin, 

Thro' my remaining days ; 

And in me let each virtue fhine 

To my Redeemer's praife. 

7 Let lively hope my foul infpire ; 

Let warm affections rife; 
And may I wait, with firong defire, 
To mount above the fkies ! 

CCLXXXV. C. M. Exeter Tune. Tate, 

Encouragement lo trujl and love God, 
Pfalm xxxiv. 

s r ~PHRO' all the changing fcenes of life, 
•*- In trouble and in joy, 
The praifes of my God mall ftill 
My heart and tongue employ. 

TRUST. 286 

2 Of his deliverance I will boaft, 

Till all who are difhelr, 
From my example comfort take, 
And charm their griefs to red. 

3 The hofts of God encamp around 

The dwellings of the jult : 
Protection he affords to all 

Who make his name their truff.. 

4 O make but trial of his love, 

Experience will decide, 
How bleft are they, and only they. 
Who in his truth confide. 

5 Fear him, ye faints, and vou will then 

Have nothing elfe to fear : 
Make you his fervice your delight ; 
Your wants (hall be his care. 

6 While hungry lions lack their prey, 

The Lord will food provide 

For fuch as put their truft in him, 

And fee their needs fupply'd. 

CCLXXXVE. L. M. Bowden Tune, 

Trvji and Confidence ; or, looking beyond prefent 
Appearances, Hab. iii. 17, 18. 

1 A WAY, my unbelieving fear! 

-^ *■ Let fear in me no more take place ; 
My Saviour doth not yet appear, 

He hides the brightnefs of his face : 
But (hall I therefore let him go, 

And bafely to the tempter yield ? 
No, in the ftrength of Jefus, no! 

I never will give up my fhield. 


2 Alth©' the vine its fruit deny, 

Altho' the olive yield no oil, 
The withering fig-tree droop and die, 

The field elude the tiller's toil ; 
The empty frail no herd afford, 

And perifli all the bleating race, 
Yet I will triumph in ihe Lord, 

The God of my falvation praife. 

3 Away, each unbelieving fear, 

Let fear to cheering hope give. place ; 
My Saviour iv'ill at length appear, 

And mow the brightnefs of his face : 
Tho' now my profpecls all be croft, 

My blooming hopes cut off I fee, 
Still will I in my jfefus truft, 

Whofe boundlefs love can reach to me 

4 In hope, believing againft hope, 

His promis'd mercy will I claim ; 
His gracious word ftiall bear me up, 

To fcek falvation in his name : 
Soon, my dear Saviour, bring it nigh ! 

My foul ftiall then outftrip the wind, 
On wings of love mount up on high, 

And leave the world and fin behind. 


Humble Trujl; or, Defpalr prevented. 

I 1 ORD, didft thou die, but not for me : 
-*-^ Am I forbid to truft thy blood f 
Haft: thou not pa; dons rich and free ? 
And grace, an overwhelming flood? 

TRUST, 288- 

2 Who then ihall drive my pemblisg foul 
From thee, to regions of defpaii ? 
Who has furvey'd the facred roll, 
And found my name not written there ? 

3 Prefumptuous thought ! to fix the bound, 
To limit mercy's iovereign reign : 
What other happy fouls have found, 

L'll feek, nor mall I feek in vain. 

4 I own my guilt, my fins confcfs : 
Can men or devils make them more ? 
Of crimes, ahead/ numberltfs, 
Vain the attempt to fwell the icore. 

5 Were the black lift before my light, 
While I remember thou haft dy'd, 
'Twould only urge my fpeedier flight, 
To feek falvation at thy fide. 

6 Low at thy feet I caft me down, 
To thee reveal my guilt and fear ; 

And — if thou fpurn me from thy throne — 
I'll be the firft who perifh'd there. 


Fear not. 

1 VE trembling fouls, difmifs your fears, 

■*■ Be mercy all your theme ; 
Mercy, which like a river flows 
In one continued ftream. 

2 Fear not the powers of earth, and hell, 

God will thefe powers reitrain ; 
His mighty arm their rage repel, 
And make their efforts vain. 


3 Fear not the want of outward good, 

He will for his provide ; 
Grant them fupplies for daily food, 
And give them heaven befide. 

4 Fear not that he will e'er forfake, 

Or leave his work undone ; 
He's faithful to his promifes, 
And faithful to his Son. 

5 Fear not the terrors of the grave, 

Or death's tremendous fting ; 
He will from endlefs wrath preferve, 
To endlefs glory bring. 

6 You in his wifdom, power and grace, 

May confidently truft ; 
His wifdom guides, his power protects, 
His grace rewards the juft. 

CCLXXXIX. Chatham Tune. Jesse. 

Fears removed — 7/ is I, be not afraid, John vi. 20. 

1 TTNCLEAN ! unclean ! and full of fin, 
^ From firft to laft, O Lord, I've been ! 

Deceitful is my heart ; 
Guilt prefies down my burden'd foul, 
But J ejus can the waves control, 
And bid my fears depart. 

% When firft I heard his word of grace, 
Ungratefully I hid my face, 

Ungratefully delay 'd : 
At length his voice more powerful came, 
« 'Tis I," he cry'd, " I f till the fame, 

* c Thou need'it not be afraid." 

TRUST. C90. 

My heart was chang'd, in that fame hour 
My foul confefs'd his mighty power, 

Out flow'd the briny tear : 
I liiien'd f I ill to hear his voice, 
Again he faid, " In me rejoice, 

" 'Tis I, thou need'fl not fear." 

" Unworthy of thy love," I cry'd, 
" Freely I love," he foon reply'd, 

w On me thy faith be (laid: 
" On me for every thing depend, 
" I'm jefus (till, the finner's friend, 

" Thou needft not be afraid." 

CCXC. 104th. SufTexTune. Newton. 

/ will trujl and not be afraid, Ifaiah xii. 2. 

"DEGONE, unbelief, 
■*-' My Saviour is near, 
And for my relief 
Will furely appear ; 
By prayer let mc wreftie, 
And he will perform ; 
With Chrljl in the veffel, 
I fmile at the florm. 

Though dark be my way, 
Since he is my guide, 
'Tis mine to obey, 
'Tis his to provide : 
Though citterns be broken, 
And creatures all fail, 
The word he has fpoken 
Shall furely prevail. 

k k 


3 His love in time part, 
Forbids me to think 
He'll leave me at lad 
In trouble to fink ; 
Each fweet Ebenezer 
I have in review, 
Confirms his good pleafure 
To help me quite through. 

4 Determin'd to fave, 

He watch'd o'er my path, 

When, fatan's blind flave, 

I fported with death; 

And can he have taught me 

To truft in his name, 

And thus far have brought me 

To put me to fhame . ? 

5 Why mould I complain 
Of want or diflrefs, 
Temptation or pain ? 
He told me no lefs : 
The heirs of falvation, 
I know from his word, 
Through much tribulation 
Muft follow their Lord. 

6 How bitter that cup, 
No heart can conceive, 
Which he drank quite up, 
That finners might live ! 
His way was much rougher, 
And darker than mine ; 
Did Chri/i, my Lord fufFer, 
And fhall I repine : 


Since all I meet 
Shall work for my good, 

T!:e bitter is f.vcet, 
The med'eine is food ; 
Though painful at prefect, 
' Fv.mJI ceafe before Jong, 
And then, O how plea: ant 
The cono^eror's fong ! 


Trus Wifdom, Proverbs iii. 1 3 — 18. 

1 TLTAPPY the man who finds the grace, 
■"■ The blelling of Gcd's chofen race; 
The wifdom coming from above, 

And faith that fweetly works by love I 

2 Happy beyond defcription he, 

Who knows, " the Saviour dy'd for me,' : 
The gift unfpeakable obtain:, 
And heavenly undemanding gains. 

3 Her ways are ways of pleafantnefs, 
And all her flowery paths are peace ; 
Wifdom to Giver we prefer, 

And goia is drofs compar'd with her. 

4 He rinds, who wifdom apprehends^ 
A life begun that never ends ; 
The tree of life divine fne is, 

Set in the midlt of paradife. 

5 Happy the man who wifdom gains, 
In whofe obedient heart (he reigns ; 
He owns, and will for ever own, 
Wifdom, and Cbrifl, and beaveri arc one. 

K k 2 

292, 293. GRACE* OF THE SPIRIT. 
CCXCN. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Zeal for Christ ; or, Peter and John following their 
Mafler % John xxi. 18 — 20. 

1 T>LEST men, who ftretch their willing hands 
•*** Submiffive to their Lord's commands, 
And yield their liberty and breath, 

To him that lov'd their fouls in death ! 

2 Lead me to fuffer, and to die, 

If thou, my gracious Lord, art nigh : 
One fmile from thee my heart (hall fire, 
And teach me fmiling to expire. 

3 If nature at the trial fnake, 

And from the ciofs or flames draw back* 
Grace can its feeble courage raife, 
And turn its tremblings into praife. 

4 While fcarce I dare with Peter fay, 

" I'll boldly tread the bleeding way ;',* 
Yet in thy liens, like John I'd move, 
With- humble hope, and filent love. 

CCXCIII. C. M. Beddome. 
Holy Zeal and Diligence. 

1 V^THILE carnal men, with all their might, 

* v Earth's vanities purfue, 
How flow the advances which I make, 
With heaven itfelf in view ! 

2 Infpire my foul with holy zeal ; 

Great God, my love inflame ; 
Religion, without zeal and love, 
Is but an empty name. 

3 To gain the top of Zion's hill, 

May I with fervor drive ; 
And all thefe powers employ for thee 
Which I from thee derive ! 



CCXCIV. L. M. Fawcett. 

The Chriflian awakened — What mvjl I do to befaiiedf 

Ads ix. 6. 

1 TT7ITH melting heart, and weeping eyes, 

* * My guilty foul for mercy cries ; 
What fhall I do, or whither flee, 
T' efcape that vengeance due to me ? 

2 'Till now, I faw no danger nigh ; 
I iiv'd at eafe, nor fear'd to die ; 
Wrapt up in felf-deceit and pride, 

" I (hall have peace at lift,' 1 I cry'd. 

3 But when, great God, thy light divine 
Had (hone on this dark foul of mine, 
Then I beheld, with trembling awe, 
The terrors of thy holy law. 

4 How dreadful now my guilt appears, 

In childhood, youth, and growing years! 
Before thy pure, difcerning eye, 
Lordy what a filthy wretch am I ! 

5 Should vengeance f J: ill my foul purfue, 
Death and destruction are my due, 
Yet mercy can my guilt forgive, 
And bid a dying linner live. 

6 Does not thy facred word proclaim 
Salvation free in JejVs name ? 
To him I look, and humbly cry, 

" O fave a wretch condemn'd to die !" 


CCXCV. 8.7. Trowbridge Tune. D.Turner. 

Supplicating — Jesus then Son of David, have 
Mercy on ;.\v, Mark. x. 47. 

1 TESUS, full of all companion, 

** Hear thy humble fuppliant's cry : 
Let me know thy great falvation ; 
See I languish, faint, and die. 

2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, 
Overwhelm'd with helplefs grief, 
Proftrate at thy feet repenting, 
Send, O fend me quick relief! 

3 Whither mould a wretch be flying, 
But to him who comfort gives ? 
Whither, from the dread of dying, 
But to him who ever lives ? 

4 [While T view thee, wounded, grieving, 
Breathlefs on the curfed tree, 

Fain I'd feel my heart believing 
That thou fufferdft thus for me. 

5 With thy righteoufnefs and Spirit, 
I am more than angels bleft ; 
Heir with thee all things inherit, 
Peace, and joy, and endlefs reft. 

6 Without thee, the world poiTeffing, 
I mould be a wretch undone ; 

Search thro' heaven, the land of Welling, 
Seeking good and finding none.] 

7 Hear then, blelTed Saviour, hear me, 
My foul cleaveth to the dull ; 

Send the Comforter to cheer me, 
Lo ! in thee I put my truft. 


8 On the woid thy blood hath fealed, 
Kangs my everlafting all ; 

Let thine arm be now revealed, 
Stay, O (lay me, left 1 fall ! 

9 In the world of endlefs ruin, 
Let it never, Lord, be (aid, 

" Here's a foul that perifh'd firing 
" For the boalted Saviour's aid ! 

jo Sa-cd — the deed (hall fpread new glory 
Thro' the lhining realms above; 
Angels fing the pleading (lory, 
All enraptur'd with thy love ! 

CCXCVI. 7s. Stoel Tune. 

Longing for an Inter ejl in the Redeemer ; or, venturing 
en the Mercy of God in Christ. 

1 r* RACIOUS Lord, incline thine ear, 
^-* My requefts vouchfafe to hear ; 
Hear my never-ceafmg cry, 

Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 

2 Wealth and honor I difdain, 
Earthly comforts. Lord, are vain ; 
Thefe can never fatisfy, 

Give me Chriji, or elfe 1 die. 

3 Lord, deny me what thou wilt, 
Only eafe me from my guilt ; 
Suppliant at thy feet I he, 
Give me Chriji, or elfe I die. 

4 All unholy and unclean, 

I am nothing elfe but fm ; 

On thy mercy I rely, 

Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 


5 Thou doft freely fave the loft, 
In thy grace alone I tnaft : 
With my earned fuit comply, 
Give me Chrijl, or elfe I die. 

6 Thou doft promife to forgive 
All who in thy Son believe ; 
Lord, I know thou can ft not lie, 
Give me Chrijl, or elfe I die. 

7 Father, doft thou feem to frown ? 
Let me fnelter in thy Son ; 
yefusy to thine arms I fly, 
Come and fave me, or I die. 

CCXCVII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Choofing the Belter Part, Luke x. 42. 

1 "DESET with fnares on every hand, 
"^ In life's uncertain path 1 ftand: 
Saviour divine, diffufe thy light, 

To guide my doubtful footfteps right. 

2 Engage this roving treacherous heart 
To fix on Mary's better part ; 

To fcorn the trifle's of a day 

For joys that none can take away. 

3 Then let the wildeft ftorms arife ; 
Let tempefts mingle earth and fkies ; 
No fatal fliipwreck fliall I fear, 

But all my treafures with me bear. 

4 If thou, my jfefus % dill be nigh, 
Cheerful I live, and joyful die ; 
Secure, when mortal comforts flee, 
To find ten thoufmd worlds in thee. 

THE CHRISTIAN. 298, 299. 

CCXCVIII. S. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Devoting htmfelf to God, Rom. xii. I. 

A ND will the eternal King 
-*■•*- So mean a gift reward ? 
That offering, Lord, with joy we bring, 
Which thine own hand prepar'd. 

"We own thy various claim, 
And to thine altar move : 
The willing vivftims of thy grace, 
And bound with cords of love. 

Defccnd, celefrial fire, 
The facrifice inflame ; 
So fhall a grateful odor rife 
Thro' our Redeemer's name. 

CCXCIX. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Our Bodies the Temples of the Holy GhoJi 9 
1 Cor. vi. 1 y . 1 John v. 2 1 . 

\ ND will th' offended God again, 
•*- •*- Return and dwell with finful men ? 
Will he within this bofom raife 
A living temple to his praife ? 

The joyful nev/s tranfporis my bread, 
All hail ! I cry, thou heavenly giieft ! 
Lift up your heads, ye powers within, 
And let the King of glory in. 

Enter with all thy heavenly train, 
Here live, and here for ever reign : 
Thy fceptre o'er my paiTions fway, 
love command, and I'll obey. 


4 Reafon and eonfcience (hall fubmit, 
And pay their homage at thy feet : 
To thee I'll confecrate my heart, 
And Iv*d each rival thence depart. 

5 No idol-god mall hold a place 
Within this temple of thy grace: 
Dagon before the axk mall fall, 

And vengeance feize the prices of Baal. 

CCC. 8.8.6. Chatham Tune. J. C W. 

The fpirilual Pilgrim. 

i TJOW happy is the pilgrim's lot, 

■*•-■• Flow free from anxious care and thought, 

From worldly hope and fear ! 
Confin'd to neither court nor cell, 
His foul difdains on earth to dwell, 

He only fojourns here. 

2 His happinefs in part is mine, 
Already fav'd from fdf-defign, 

From every creature -love ! 
Blefs'd with the fcorn of finite good, 
Mv foul is lighten'd of its load, 

And feeks the things above. 

3 The things eternal I purfue, 
And happinefs beyond the view 

Of thofe who bafely pant 
For things by nature felt and feen : 
Their honors, wealth, and pleafures mean, 

I neither have nor want. 

4 Nothing en earth I call my own, 
A ftranger to the world unknown, 

I all their goods defpife ; 
I trample on their whole delight, 
And feck a country out of fight, 

A country in the flaes. 


5 There is my houfe and portion fair. 
My treafure and my heart are there, 

And my abiding home: 
For my elder biethren fray, 
And angels beckon rne away ; 

And Jefut bids me come. 

6 I come, thy fervant, Lcr;?, replies, 
I come to meet thee in the fkies, 

And claim my heavenly reft : 
Now let the pilgrims journey end, 
Now, O my Saviour, brother, fiiend, 

Receive me to thy breaft ! 

CCCI. 7. 6. Dartford T11 

The Pilgrim's Song. 

1} ISE, my foul, and ftretch thy \vi 
-*-^- Thy better portion trace ; 
Rife from tranfitory things, 

T' wards heaven thy native place. 
Sun, and moon, and ftars decay, 

Time mall foon this earth remove 1 
Rife, my foul, and hafte away, 
To feats prepar'd above. 

Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor ftay in all their courfe ; 

Fire afcending feeks the fun, 

Both fpeed them to their fource : 

Thus a foul new born of God 
Pants to view his glorious face, 

Upward tends to his i'bode, 

To reft in his embrac \ 

I. 1 2 

02, 303- THE CHRISTIAN. 

Ceafe, ye pilgrims, ceafe to mourn 5 

Prefs onward to the prize ; 
Soon the Saviour will return 

Triumphant in the fides : 
Yet a feafon, and you know 

Happy entrance will be given, 
All your forrows left below, 
And earth exchang'd for heaven. 

CCCII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Running the Chri/iian Race , Phil. iii. 12 — 14. 

A WAKE, my foul, flretch ev'ry nerve, 
•*• ■*- And prefs with vigor on : 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 

And an immortal crown. 
'Tis God's all-animating voice, 

That calls thee from on high : 
? Tis his own hand prefents the prize 

To thine afpiring eye. 
A cloud of witneffes around 

Hold thee in full furvey ; 
Forget the fteps already trod, 

And onward urge thy way. 
Elefs'd Saviour, introdue'd by thee, 

Have we our race begun ; 
And, crown'd with victory, at thy feet 

We lay our laurels down. 

CCCIIT. L. M. Coombs's Tune. 
Dr. S. Stennett. 

The Chrijl'ian Warfare, Eph. vi. 13 — 17. 

MY Captain founds the alarm of war, 
" Awake ! the oowers of hell are near ! 
*' To arms ! to arm^j" I hear him cry, 
** 'Tis yours to concpii r or to die." 



2 Rous' J by the animating found, 
I caff, my eager eyes around ; 
Make halle to gird my armor on, 
And bid each trembling fear be gone. 

3 Hope is my helmet, faith my fhield., 
Thy word, my GW, the fword I wield 
With facred truth my loins are girt, 
And holy zeal infpires my heart. 

4 Thus arm'd I venture on the fight, 
Refolv'd to put my foes to flight ; 
While Jtfus kindly deigns to fpread 
His conqu'ring banner o'er my head. 

5 In him I hope, in him I truft ; 
His bleeding crofs is all my boafl : 
Thro' troops of foes he'll lead me on 
To vicVry, and the victor's crown. 

CCCIV. 148th. Toplady's Collection 

The Chrijliari's fpiritual Vcyage. 

TESUS, at thy command, 

^ I launch into the deep ; 

And leave my native land, 

Where fin lulls all afleep : 
For thee I would the world refign, 
And fail to heaven with thee and thine* 

Thou art my pilot wife ; 

My compafs is thy word : 

My foul each dorm defies, 

Whilel have fuch a Lord! 
I truil thy faithfulnefs and power 
To fave me in the trying hour. 


Tho' rocks and quickfands deep 

Thro' all my pafTage lie ; 

Yet Chrijl will fafely keep, 

And guide me with his eye ; 
My anchor hope mall lirm abide, 
And I each boifterous (brm outiide. 

By faith I fee the land, 

The port of endlefs reft : 

My foul, thy fails expand, 

And fty to Jefis' bread! 
O may I reach the heavenlv fnore, 
Where winds and waves diihefs no more ! 

Whene'er becalm'd I lie, 

And (lorms forbear to tofs ; 

Be thou, dear /.on/, ftill nigh, 

Lett I mould furfer iofs : 
For more the treacherous calm I dread, 
Than tempers burning o'er my head. 

Come, Holy Ghojl, and blow 

A profperous gale of grace, 

Waft me from ail below, 

To heaven, my deKin'd place ! 
Then, in full fail, my port I'll find, 
And leave the world and fin behind. 

CCCV. 7s. Hotham Tune. 

Tempted — but flying to Christ the Refuge. 

JESUS, lover of my foul. 
Let me to thy bofom fly, 
While the raging billows roll, 

While the tempeft ftill is high ! 
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
Till the florm of life is paft : 
Safe into the haven guide ; 
O receive my foul at laft. 


2 Other refuge have I none, 

Hangs my helplefs foul on thee ; 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
Still : fc me: 

All my truft on thee is flay'u. 

All my help from thee I biing; 
Cover my defer, eelefs head 

With the madow of fir- v/ing. 

3 Thou, O Ghrjfa art all I want ; 

All in All in thee I find : 
Raife the fallen, cheer the faint, 

Heal the fick, and lead the blind: 
Juft and holy is thy name, 

I am all umighreoufnefs, 
Vile and full of fin I am, 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 

Grace to pardon all my fn ; 
Let the heaiing dreams abound ; 

Make and keep me pure within : 
Thou of life the fountain art, 

Freely let me take of thee : 
Spring thou up within my heart, 

Rife to all eternity. 

CCCVI. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

The Chrifiiari' s Temptations moderated \ a Proof of 
God'j Fidelity, 1 Cor. %. 13. 

I "NTOW let the feeble all be flrcr.g, 

-*-^ And make Jehovah's arm their fong : 
His fhield is fpread o'er every faint, 
And thus fupported, who (hall faint ? 


2 What tho' the hods of hell engage 
With mingled cruelty and rage ! 

A faithful God reltrains their hands, 
And chains them down in iron bands. 

3 Bound by his word, he will difplay 
A (Irength proportion^ to our day : 
And, when united trials meet, 
Will fhew a path of fafe retreat. 

4 Thus far we prove that promife good, 
Which ye/us ratified with blood : 
Still is he gracious, wife, and juft, 
And Hill in him let Ifrael trufh 

CCCVII. L.M. Chard Tune. Dr. S. Stennett. 

The Mmijlry of Angels. 

1 O RE AT God, what hofts of angels (land, 
^-* In mining ranks at thy right hand, 
Array'd in robes of dazzling light, 

With pinions (tretch'd for diftant flight ! 

2 Immortal fires ! feraphic flames ! 
Who can recount their various names ? 
In (Irength and beauty they excel, 

For near the throne of God they dwell. 

3 How eagerly they wifh to know 
The duties he would have them do ! 
What joy their active fpirits feel 
To execute their Sovereign's will ! 

ft Hither, at his command they fly, 
To guard the beds on which we lie ; 
To fhield our peiibns, night and day 5 
^nd fcatter all our feai < •".' \y. 


5 ["Aghaft the hoiHle Syrian band 
Around the helplefs prophet Hand, 
While mighty Gabriel downward flies, 
And with his chariots fills the ikies. 

f> Herod attempts, but all in vain, 
To bind a Peter with his chain : 
At one foft word an angel fpeaks, 
The mafly chain afunder breaks.] 

7 Send, O my God, fome angel down, 
(Tho* to a mortal eye unknown) 
To guide and guard my doubtful way 

* Up to the realms of endlefs day. 

CCCVIII. C. M. Charmouth Tune. Steele. 

Walking in DarUnefs and trufiing in God 
Ifaiah 1. 10. 

1 TTJEAR, gracious God, my humble moaa, 
•*- -*■ To thee I breathe my fighs, 

When will the mournful night be gone ? 
And when my joys arife r* 

2 My God — O could I make the claim — 

My Father and my friend — 
And call thee mine by every name, 
On which thy faints depend ! 

3 By every name cf power and love-, 

I would thy grace intreat ; 
Nor fnould my humble hopes remove. 
Nor leave thy facred feat. 

4 Yet though my foul in daiknefs mourns 

Thy word is all my {ray; 
Here I would red 'till light returns, 
Thy prefence makes my day. 
m m 


5 Speak, LorJ, and bid celeflial peace 

Relieve my aching heart ; 

finile, and bid my forrows ceafe, 
And all the gloom depart. 

6 Then mail my drooping fpirit rife, 

And blefs thy healing rays, 
And change thefe deep complaining fighs, 
For fongs of facred praife. 

CCCIX. S. M. Stoke Tune. 

Complaining — The Good that I would, I do not, 
Rom. vii. 19. 

1 [" WOULD, but cannot fing, 
A I would, but cannot pray ; 

For fatan meets me when I try* 
And frights my foul away. 

2 I would, but can't repent, 
Tho' I endeavour oft ; 

This (tony heart can ne'er relent 
Till Jefus make it foft. 

3 I would, but cannot love, 
Tho' woo'd by love divine ; 

No arguments have pow'r to move 
A foul fo bafe as mine. 

4 I would, but cannot reft 
In God's mod: holy will ; 

1 know what he appoints is befr, 

Yet murmur at it (till. 

5 O could I but believe ! 
Then all would ea-fy be ; 

I would, but cannot — Lord, relieve ; 
My help mud come from thee i 


6 But if indeed I ivould, 
Tho' I can nothing do ; 

Yet the defire is fomething good, 
For which my praife is due. 

7 By nature prone to ill, 
'Till thine appointed hour, 

1 was as deflitute of will, 
As now I am of power. 

S Wilt thou not crown at length, 
The work, thou haft begun ? 
And with a will, afford me ftrength, 
In all thy ways to run. 

CCCX. L. M. Beddome. 

Complaining of Inconjlancy. 

1 r j ^HE wandering rtar, and fleeting wind 

■* Both reprefent th' unliable mind : 
The morning cloud and early dew 
Bring our inconftancy to view. 

2 But cloud, and wind, and dew, and (tar, 
Faint and imperfect emblems are ; 

Nor can there aughc in nature be 
So fickle and fo falfe as we. 

3 Our outward walk, and inward frame, 
Scarce thro' a fingle hour the fame ; 
We vow, and ftraight our vows forget, 
And then thefe very vows repeat. 

A We fin forfake, to fin return, 

Are hot, are cold, now freeze, now burn ; 
In deep diflrefs, then raptures feel, 
We foar to heaven, then fmk to hell. 
M m 2 

311, 3 12 * THE CHRISTIAN. 

5 With flowing tears, Lord, we confefs 
Our folly and unfteadfaftnefs ; 
When (hall thefe hearts more fixed be, 
Fix'd by thy grace, and fix'd for thee ? 

CCCXI. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Pride lamented. 

i /^FT have I turn'd my eye within, 
^-^ And brought to light fome latent fin ; 
But pride, the vice I mofi: deted, 
Still lurks fecurely in my breaft. 

2 Here with a thoufand arts me tries 
To drefs me in a fair difguife, 

To make a guilty wretched worm 
Put on an angels brighteft form. 

3 She hides my follies from mine eyes, 
And lifts rtiy virtues to the fkies ; 
And while the fpecious tale fhe tells, 
Her own deformity conceals. 

4 Rend, O my God, the veil away, 
Bring forth the monfter to the day; 
Expofe her hideous form to view, 
And all her refllefs power fubdue. 

5 So mall humility divine 

Again pofTefs this heart of mine ; 
And form a temple for my God, 
Which he will make his Jov'd abode. 

CCCXIL C M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Pleading with God under Aftliciion* 

i TTTHY fhould a living man complain 
* * Of deep diftrefs within, 
Since every figh and every pain 
Is but the fruit of fin ? 


2 No, Lord, I'll patiently fubmit, 

Nor ever dare rebel ; 
Yet fure 1 may, here at thy feet, 
My painful feelings tell. 

3 Thou feeft what floods of forrow rife. 

And beat upon my foul : 

One trouble to another cries, 

Billows on billows roll. 

4 From fear to hope, and hope to fear, 

My ihipwreck'd foul is toft ; 
'Till I am tempted in defpair 
To give up all for loft. 

5 Yet thro' the ftormy clouds I'll look 

Once more to thee, my God: 
O fix my feet upon a rock, 
Beyond the gaping flood. 

6 One look of mercy from thy face, 

Will fet my heart at eafe : 
One all-commanding word of grace 
Will make the tempeft ceafe. 

CCCXIII. .7. 6. 8. Clark's Tune. 

Bachjl'id'mg and returning; or, the Baehjlider' f i 

1 TESUS, let thy pitying eye 
^ Call back a wand'ring fheep ; 
Falfe to thee, like Peter, I 

Would fain like Peter weep ; 
Let me be by grace reitor'd, 
On me be all its freenefs (hewn ; 
Turn and look upon me Lord* 
And break my heart of >fkme. 


2 Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above, 

Repentance to impart, 
Give me thro* thy dying love, 

The humble contrite heart ; 
Give, what I have long implor'd, 
A portion of thy love unknown ; 
Turn and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of (tone. 

3 See me, Saviour, from above, 

Nor fuffer me to die ; 
Life, and happinefs, and love, 

Smile 1 in thy gracious eye ; 
Speak the reconciling word, 
And let thy mercy melt me down ; 
Turn and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of flone. 

4 Look, as when thy pitying eye 

"Was clos'd that we might live ; 
" Father (at the point to die, 

My Saviour gafp'd) forgive !" 
Surely with that dying word, 
He turns, and looks, and cries, " 'Tis done V 9 
O ! my loving, bleeding Lord, 

This breaks my heart of ftone. 

CCCXtV. C. M. Fawcett. 

Peter's Fall, and Recovery, Luke xxii. 54 — 62. 

1 TTOW did the powers of darknefs rage 
■*--*■ Againft the Son 01 God/ 

While cruel men on earth engage 
To fhed his precious blood. 

2 His friends forfook him with furprifc, 

When that dread fcene began ; 
And one perfidioufly denies 
He ever knew the man. 


3 How feeble human efforts prove 

Againlt temptation's power ! 
E'en Peter's flaming zeal and love 
Are vanquifh'd in an hour. 

4 His firmed purpofe will not (land; 

Behold his guilt and fhame ! 
Lord, keep me by thy mighty hand, 
Or I mall do the fame. 

5 At length the fuffering Saviour turns, 

And locks with paying eyes ! 
Peter relents, withdraws, and mourns, 
And loud for mercy cries. 

■6 So boundlefs is Jehovah's grace, 
He hears the humble prayer ; 
If I am found in Peter's cafe, 
I would not ltill defpair. 

7 Look on me, Lord, with eyes of love, 
My wandering foul reftore : 
My guilt forgive, my fears remove, 
And let me fin no more. 

CCCXV. C. M. Newton. 
that I were as in Months pajll Job xxix. 2. 

CWEET was the time when firfl I felt 
^ 'The Saviour's pardoning blood 
Apply'd, to cleanfe my foul from guilt, 
Ar.d bring me heme to God. 

Soon as the morn the light reveaPd, 

His praifes ton'd my tongue ; 
And when the evening lhades prevail'd, 

H13 love was all my fon<r 


3 In vain the tempter fpread his wiles, 

The world no more could charm ; 
I liv'd upon my Saviour's fmiles, 
And lean'd upon his arm. 

4 In prayer my foul drew near the Lord, 

And faw his glory mine ; 
And when I read his holy word, 
I call'd each promife mine. 

5 Then to his faints I often fpoke, 

Of what his love had done ; 
But now my heart is almoft broke, 
For all my joys are gone. 

6 Now when the evening fhade prevails, 

My foul in darknefs mourns ; 
And when the morn the light reveals, 
No light to me returns. 

7 My prayers are now a chatt'ring noife, 

For jfefus hides his face ; 
I read, the promife meets my eyes, 
But will not reach my cafe. 

8 Now fatan threatens to prevail, 

And make my foul his prey;. 
Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail, 
O come without delay. 

CCCXVt. C. M. Steele. 

Trouble dj but making God a Refuge-, 

I "F\EAR Refuge of my weary foul, 
■*--' On thee, when forrows rife, 
On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
My fainting hope relies. 


2 To thee I tell each rifing grief, 

For thou alone cand heal, 
Thy word can bring a fvveet relief 
For every pain I feel. 

3 But O ! when gloomy doubts prevail, 

I fear to call thee mine ; 
The fprings of comfort feem to fail, 
And all my hopes decline. 

4 Yet, gracious God, where (hall I flee ? 

Thou art my only truit ; 
And dill my foul would cleave to thee, 
Tho' prolirate in the dud. 

5 Had thou not bid me feek thy face I 

And fhall I feek in vain ? 
And can the ear of fovereign grace 
Be deaf when I complain? 

6 No, dill the ear of fovereign grace 

Attends the mourner's prayer ; 
O may I ever find accefs 

To breathe my forrows there 1 

7 Thy mercy-feat is open dill ; 

Here let* my foul retreat ; 
With humble hope attend thy will, 
And wait beneath thy feet. 

CCCXVII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge; 

Perfecutlon to be expected by every true Chrjftian, 
2 Tim. iii. 12. 

I O RE AT Leader of thine Ifrael's hod, 
^-^ We fhout thy conquering name \ 
Legions of foes befet thee round, 
And legions fled with mame. 
N n 


2 A victory glorious and complete 

Thou by 1 hy death didft gain ; 
So in thy caufe may we contend, 
And death itfelf fuflain ! 

3 By our illuftrious General fir'd, 

We no extremes would fear ; 

Prepar'd to druggie and to bleed, 

If thou, our Lord, be near. 

4 We'll trace the footfteps thou haft drawn 

To triumph and renown ; 
Nor (hun thy combat and thy crofs, 
May we but friar e thy crown. 

CCCXVIIL 8. 7. 4. Fawcett. 

Cajl down, yet hoping in God, Pfalm xlii. 5, 

1 f~\ My foul, what means this fadnefs ? 
V^ Wherefore art thou thus caft down ? 
Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladnefs, 

Bid thy reftlefs fears be gone : 
Look, to Jefusi 
And rejoice in his dear name. 

2 What tho' fatar/s ftrong temptations 

Vex and teize thee, day by day ? 
And thy finful inclinations 

Often fill thee with difmay ? 
Thou (halt conquer, 
Thro* the Lamb's redeeming blood. 

3 Tho' ten thoufand ills befet thee 

From without, and from within ; 
Jefiis faith, he'll ne'er forget thee, 

But will fave from hell and fin : 
He is faithful, 
To perform his gracious word. 

THE CHRISTIAN. 319,320. 

4 Tho' diilrefles now attend thcc, 

And thou tread'fl: the thorny road ; 
His right hand mall (till defend thee, 

Soon he'll bring thee home to God ; 
Therefore praife him, 
Praife the great Redeemer's name. 

5 O that I could now adore him, 

Like the heavenly hofr. above, 
Who for ever bow before him, 

And unceafmg fing his love ! 
Happy fongfters ! 
When (hall 1 your chorus join ? 


The Requejl. 

1 "pATHER, whate'er of earthly blifs 
■*- Thy fovereign will denies, 
Accepted at thy throne of grace, 

Let this petition rife ; 

2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 

" From every murmur free : 
'* The bleflings of thy grace impart, 
" And make me live to thee. 

3 " Let the fweet hope that thou art mine, 

" My life and death attend ; 
" Thy prefence thro' my journey mine, 
11 And crown my journey's end." 

CCCXX. C. M. Steele. 
IVatchfulnefs and Prayer, Matt. xivi. 41. 

! A LAS, what hourly dangers rife ! 
•*■ ■*- What fnares befet my way 1 
To heaven O let me lift my eyes, 
And hourly watch and pray. 
N n 2 


2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 
And melt in flowing tears ! 
My weak refinance, ah, how vain ! 
How flrong my foes and fears ! 

3 O gracious God, in whom I live, 
My feeble efforts aid ; 
Help me to watch, and pray, and drive, 
Tho* trembling and afraid. 

4 Increafe my faith, increafe my hope, 

When foes and fears prevail ; 
And bear my fainting fpirit up, 
Or foon my (trength will fail. 

5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, 

Or lure my feet afide, 
My God, thy powerful aid impart, 
My guardian and my guide. 

6 O keep me in thy heavenly way 

And bid the tempter flee ; 

And let me never, never ftray 

From happinefs and thee. 

CCCXXI. L. M. Newton. 

Prayer anjnvered by Crojfes. 

1 T ASK'D the Lord that I might grow 
•*■ In faith, and love, and every grace ; 
Might more of his falvation know, 
And feek, more earneltly, his face. 

2 'Twashe, who taught me thus to pray, 
And he, I trufl, has anfwer'd prayer j 
But it has been in fuch a way, 

As almoft drove me to defpair, 


3 I hop'd that in fome favor'd hour, 
At once he'd requefl: ; 
And by his love's containing power, 
Subdue my fins, and give me reft. 

4 Inflead of this, he made me feel 
The hidden evils of my heart, 
And let the angry powers of hell 
A fault my foul in every part. 

5 Yea more, with his own hand he feem'd 
Intent to aggravate my woe ; 

Crofs'd all the fair defigns I fchem'd, 
Bladed my gourds, and laid me low. 

6 " Lord, why is this ?" I trembling cry'd, 
M Wilt thou purfue thy worm to death V* 
" 'Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, 

" I anfwer prayer for grace and faith : 

7 " Thefe inward trials I employ, 

" From felf, and pride, to fet thee free ; 
" And break thy fchemes of earthly joy, 
44 That thou may'it feek thy all in me." 

CCCXXTI. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
Growing in Grace, 2 Pet. iii. 18. 

J T>RAISE to thy name, eternal God, 
A For all the grace thou fhed'fl abroad ; 
For all thy influence from above, 
To warm our fouls with facred love : 

2 Blefs'd be thy hand which from the fkies 
Brought down this plant of paradife ; 
And gave its heavenly beauties birth 
To deck this wildernete of earth. 


3 But why does that celeflial £ower 
Open and thrive and mine no more ? 
Where are its balmy odors fled ? 
And why reclines its beauteous head ? 

4 Too plain, alas ! the languor (hews 
TV unkindly foil in which it grows ; 
Where the black froit and beating dorm 
Wither and rend its tender form. 

5 Unchanging Sun, thy beams difplay, 
To drive the froft and dorms away ; 
Make all thy potent virtues known 
To cheer a plant fo much thy own. 

6 And thou, blefs'd Spirit, deign to blow 
Frefh gales of heaven on fhrubs below; 
So fhali they grow, and breathe abroad 
A fragrance grateful to our God. 


R'lfng to God. 

1 "KTOWlet our fouls, on wings fublime, 
-*-^ Rife from the vanities of time ; 
Drawback the parting veil, and fee 
The glories of eternity. 

2 Born by a new celeftial birth, 

Why mould we grovel here on earth : 
Why grafp at tranfitory toys, 
So near to heaven's eternal joys ? 

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
When we are walking back to God? 
For Grangers into life we come, 
And dying is but going home. 


4 Welcome, fweet hour of full difcharge, 
That fets our longing fouls at large ; 
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, 
And gives us with our God to dweil. 

5 To dwell with Gael, to fee) his love 
Is the full heaven enjoy'd above ; 

• And the fweet expectation now 
Is the young dav.n of heaven below. 

CCCXXIV. L. M. Fawcett. 

Remembering all the Way the Lord has led him, 
Deut. viii. 2. 

t '""THUS far my God hath led me on, 

■*• And made his truth and mercy known ; 
My hopes and fears alternate rife, 
And comforts mingle with my fighs. 

2 Thro' this wide wildernefs I roam, 
Far diftant from my blifsful home ; 
Lord, let thy prefence be my (fay, 
And guard me in this dangerous way. 

3 Temptations every where annoy, 
And fins and fnares my peace deftroy ; 
My earthly joys are from me torn, 
And oft an abfent God I mourn. 

4 My foul, with various tempefts tofs'd, 
Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects crofs'd, 
Sees every day new (traits attend, 

And wonders where the fcene will end. 

5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road, 
Which leads us to the mount of God? 
Are thefe the toils thy people know, 
While in the wildernefs below ? 

325,326. THE CHRISTIAN. 

6 'Tis even fo, thy faithful love 

Doth all thy children's graces prove ; 
'Tis thus our pride and felf rnuft fall, 
That Jtfus may be All in All. 

CCCXXV. S. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

V/aiting for the Coming of his Lord ; or, the a8ive 
' Chriftian, Luke xii. 35 — 38. 

1 "Y"E fervants of the Lord, 

-*• Each in his office wait, 
Obfervant of his heavenly word, 
And watchful at his gate. 

2 Let all your lamps be bright, 
And trim the golden flame ; 

Gird up your loins, as in his fight, 
For awful is his name. 

3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command ; 
And while we fpeak, he's near : 

Mark the firfl fignal of his hand, 
And ready all appear. 

4 O happy fervant ne 

In fuch a pofture found ! 
He fha!l his Lord with rapture fee, 
And be with honor crown'd. 

5 Chrifl mail the banquet fpread 
With his own bounteous hand, 

And raife that favorite fervant's head 
Amidft th' angelic band. 


Solicitous ofjinifhing his Courfe with Joy. Acts XX. 24. 

1 A SSI ST us, Lordy thy name to praife 
-*■ -*- For the rich gofpel of thy grace ; 
And, that our hearts may love it more, 
Teach them to feel its vital power. 


2 With joy may we our courfe purfue, 
And keep the crown of life in view ; 
That crown, which in one hour repays 
The labor of ten thoufand days. 

3 Should bonds or death obftrucl our way, 
Unmov'd their terrors we'll furvey, 
And the laft hour improve for thee, 
The laft of life, or liberty. 

4 Welcome thofe bonds, which may unite 
Our fouls to their fupreme delight ! 
Welcome that death, whofe painful ftrifc 
Bears us to Chr'tft our better life ! 

CCCXXVII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

The Believer committing his departing Spirit to 
Jesus, Ads vii. 52. 

1 f~\ THOU, that haft redemption wrought I 
^^ Patron of fouls thy blood hath bought I 
To thee our fpirits we commit, 

Mighty to refcue from the pit. 

2 Millions of blifsful fouls above, 
In realms of purity and love, 

With fongs of endlefs praife proclaim \ 
The honors of thy faithful name. 

3 When all the powers of nature faii'd, 
Thy ever-contiant care prevail'd ; 
Courage and joy thy friendship fpoke, 
When every mortal bond was broke. 

4 We on that friendfhip, Lord, repofe, 
The healing balm of all our woes ; 
And we, when finking in the grave, 
Truft thine omnipotence to fave. 

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5 may our fpirits by thy hand 
'Be gather'ct to that happy band, 

Who 'midfl: the bleflings of thy reign, 
Lufe ail remembrance of their pain. 

6 In raptures there divinely fweet 
Give us our kindred-louls to meet, 
And wait with them that brighter day, 
Whicli all thy triumph ihall difplay ! 

C JCXXVIII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge, 

The Chtijllan V/arrior animated and crowned, 
Rev. ii. io. 

I TTARK ! 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice 
■*- -*• From his triumphant feat ; 
'Midfl: all the war's tumultuous noife, 
How powerful and how fweet ! 

3 <; Fight on, my faithful band," he cries, 
" Nor fear the mortal blow : 
" Who firlt in fuch a warfare dies, 
" Shall fpeedieft victory know. 

3 " I have my days of combat known, 

" And in the duft was laid ; 
" But thence I mounted to my throne, 
" And glory crowns my head. 

4 " That throne, that glory you (hall (hare ; 

" My hands the crown mail give ; 
" And you the fparkling honors wear, 
" While God himfdf mail live." 

5 Lord, 'tis enouoh ; our fouls are fir'd 

With courage and with love ; 
Vain ate the adults of earth, and hell, 



CCCXXIX. L. M. Dr. Doddridge 

Retirement and Meditation, Pfalra iv. 4.. 

1 TJ ETURN, my roving heart, return, 

-*^- And chafe thefe fhadowy forms no more ; 
Seek out fome folitude to mourn, 
And thy forfaken God implore. 

2 O thou, great God, whofe piercing eye 
Diftinclly marks each deep recefs ; 

In thefe fequeftered hours draw nigh, 
And with thy prefence fill the place. 

3 Thro' all the windings of my heart. 
My fearch let heavenly wifdom guide ; 
And dill its radiant beams impart, 
'Till all be fearch'd and purify'd. 

4 Then, with the vifits of thy love, 
Vouchfafe my inmoft foul to cheer ; 
'Till every grace (hall join to prove 
That God hath fix'd his dwelling there. 

CCCXXX. L. M. Buddoms. 
Reading the Scriptures. 

1 f^ RE AT God, opprefs'd with grief and fear, 
^-^ I take thy book, and hope to find 

Some gracious word of promife there, 
To footh the forrows of my mind : 

2 I turn the facred volume o'er, 

And fearch with care from page to page ; 
Of threatenings find an ample (lore, 
13 at nought that can my grief afTuage. 

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3 And is there nought ? forbid, dear Lord, 
So bafe a thought fhould e'er arife; 

I'll fearch again, and while I fearch, 

may the fcales fall off mine eyes ! 

4 'Tis done : and with tranfporting joy, 

1 read the heaven-infpired lines; 
There mercy fpreads its brightefl beams, 
And truth with dazzling luftre mines. 

5 Here's heavenly food for hungry fouls, 
And mines of gold to enrich the poor : 
Here's healing balm for every wound, 
A falve for every feftering fore. 

CCCXXXI. L. M. President Davies. 

Self-Examination^ Gal. iv. 19, 20. 

1 TTTHAT ftrange perplexities arife ? 

* " What anxious fears and jealoufies ? 
What crowds in doubtful light appear ? 
How few, alas, approv'd and clear I 

2 And what am I ? — My foul, awake, 
And an impartial furvey take : 

Does no dark fign, no ground of fear, 
In practice or in heart appear ? 

3 What image does my fpirit bear? 
Is jfefus form'd, and living there ? 
Say, do his lineaments divine 

In thought, and word, and action mine ? 

4 Searcher of hearts, O fearch me ftill.; 
The fecrets of my foul reveal ; 

My fears remove, let me appear 

To God, and my own conscience clear. 


5 Scatter the clouds which o'er my head 
Thick glooms of dubious terrors fpread; 
Lead me into celeftial day, 

And to myfelf, myfelf difplay. 

6 May I at that blefs'd world arrive, 
Where Chrlft thro* all my foul (hall live, 
And give full proof that he is there, 
Without one gloomy doubt or fear ! 

Secret Prayer^ Matt. vi. 6. 

1 "LEATHER divine, thy piercing eye 
-*- Sees thro' the darkelr. night ; 

In deep retirement thou art nigh, 
With heart-difcerning fight. 

2 There may that piercing eye furvey 

My duteous homage paid, 
With every morning's dawning ray, 
And every evening's (hade. 

3 O let thy own celeftial fire 

The incenfe (till inflame ; 
While my warm vows to thee afpire, 
Thro' my Redeemer's name. 

4 So mail the vifits of thy love 

My foul in fecret blefs ; 
So fhalt thou deign in worlds above 
Thy fuppliant to confefs. 


5 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I afk, 

This is the total fum ; 
Mercy, thro* Chriji, is all my fuit, 
Lord, Jet thy mercy come. 

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Going to a New Habitation. 
i /"^ REAT God, where'er we pitch our tent, 
V^ Let us an altar raife ; 
And there with humble frame prefent 
Our facrifice of praife. 
2 To thee we give our health and ftrength, 
While health and flrength (hall laft, 
For future mercies humbly truft, 
Nor e'er forget the pafl. 

CCCXXXIV. L. M. Steele. 
The Chrijlian's nobleft Refolutlon, Jofhua xxiv. 1 5. 

1 AH wretched fouls, who ftrive in vain, 
•*- -^ Slaves to the world, and flaves to fin ! 
A nobler toil may I fuflain, 

A nobler fatisfadion win. 

2 May I refolve with all my heart, 
With all my powers to ferve the Lord, 
Nor from his precepts e'er depart, 
Whofe fervice is a rich reward. 

3 O be his fervice all nly joy, 
Around let my example mine, 
Till others love the blefs'd employ, 
And join in labors fo divine. 

4 Be this the purpofe of my foul, 
My folemn, my determin'd choice, 
To yield to his fupreme control, 
And in his kind commands rejoice. 

5 O may I never faint nor tire, 

Nor wandering leave his facred ways, 
Great God, accept my foul's defire, 
And give me flrength to live thy praife. 

FAMILY WORSHIP. 335, 336, 

CCCXXXV. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
Family Religion, Gen. xviii. 19. 

"RATHER of all, thy care we blefs, 

-■* Which crowns our families with peace ; 

From thee they fpring, and, by thy hand 

They have been, and are (till fuftain'd. 

To God, mod worthy to be prais'd, 

Be our domeftic altars rais'd ; 

Who, Lord of heaven, fcorns not to dwell 

With faints in their obfcurefl: cell. 

To thee may each united houfe, 

Morning and night, prefent its vows ; 

Our fervants there, and rifing race v 

Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace. 

O may each future age proclaim 

The honors of thy glorious name ; 

While pleas'd and thankful, we remove 

To join the family above. 


Prayer for Infants ; or, Children, Day by Day, 
given to God. 

/^» REAT God, now condefcend, 

^*** To blefs our rifing race ; 
Soon may their willing fpirits bend 

To thy victorious grace ! 

O what a vail: delight 

Their happinefs to fee ! 
Our warmeft wifhes all unite, 

To lead their fouls to thee. 

Dear Lord, thy Spirit pour 

Upon our infant feed, 
O bring the long'd-for happy hour 

That makes them thine indeed. 

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4 May they receive thy word, 
Confefs the Saviour's name, 

Then follow their defpifed Lord, 
Thro' the baptifmal flream. 

5 Thus let our favor'd race 
Surround thy facred board, 

There to adore thy fovereign grace, 
And ling their dying Lord, 

CCCXXXVII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Christ\t Condefcendmg Regard to little Children^ 
Mark x. 14. 

1 GEE Ifrael's gentle fhepherd (lands, 
*■-' With all-engaging charms ; 
Hark how he calls the tender lambs, 

And folds them in his arms ! 

2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, 

Nor fcorn their humble name ; 
For 'twas to blefs fuch fouls as thefe, 
The Lord of angels came. 

3 We bring them, Lord, by fervent prayer, 

And yield them up to thee ; 
Joyful that we ourfelves are thine, 
Thine let our offspring be ! 

4. Ye little flock, with pleafure hear, 
Ye children, feek his face ; 
And fly with tranfport to receive 
The bleilings of his grace. 

J If orphans they are left behind, 
Thy guardian care we truft ; 
That care fhall heal our bleeding hearts 
If weeping o'er their du(t. 



CCCXXXVIII. 148th, B. Francis*. 
On opening a place of JVorfhip. 

1 TN fweet exalted drains 

■*■ The King of glory praife ; 

O'/r heaven and earth he reigns, 

Thro' everlafting days : 
He, wita a nod, the world controls, 
Suflains or finks the diflant poles. 

2 To earth he bends his throne, 
His throne of grace divine ; 
Wide is his bounty known, 
And wide his glories fhine : 

Fair Salem, ftill his chofen reft, 
Is with his fmiles and prefence bleft. 

3 Then, King of glory, come, 
And with thy favor crown 
This temple as thy dome, 
This people as thy own : 

Beneath this roof, O deign to mow, 
How God can dwell with men below. 

4 Here, may thine ears attend 
Our interceding cries, 

And grateful praife afcend 

All fragrant to the fkies : 
Here may thy word melodious found, 
And fpread celeftial joys around. 

* Sung on opening the Mceting-Houfe at Horfley, Clou* 
cefterfhire, September 18, 1774; and alfo, at the opening 
of the new Mceting-Houfe, at Downend, near Briftol, 
October 4, 1786. 

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5 Here, may th' attentive throng 
Tmbibe thy truth and love, 
And converts join the fong 
Of feraphim above, 

And willing crowds furround thy board 
With facred joy and fweet accord. 

6 Here, may our unborn fons 
And daughters found thy praife, 
And mine like polim'd (tones, 
Thro* long fucceeding days ; 

Here, Lord, difplay thy faving power, 
While temples {land and men adore. 

CCCXXXIX. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

On opening a place of Worjh'ip. 

1 f^ REAT God, thy watchful care we blefs, 
^^ Which guards our fynagogues in peace ; 
Nor dare tumultuous foes invade, 

To fill our worfhippers with dread. 

2 Thefe walls we to thy honor raife, 
Long may they echo to thy praife: 
And thou, defcending, fill the place 
With choicefl; tokens of thy grace. 

3 Here let the great Redeemer reign 
With all the graces of his train ; 
While power divine his word attends, 
To conquer foes, and cheer his friends. 

4 And in the great decifive day, 
When God the nations (hail iurvey ; 
May it before the world appear 
That crowds were born to glory here. 


CCCXL. C. M. Newton. 

On opening a Place for foetal Prayer. 

i TT\EAR fhephcrd of thy people, hear, 
*^ Thy prtience now uiipiay ; 
As thou hafl given a place for prayer, 
So give us hearts to pray. 

2 Within thefe walls let holy peace, 

And love, and concord dwell ; 
Here give the troubled confeience eafe, 
The wcunded fpirit heal. 

3 Shew us fome token cf thy love, 

Cur fainting hope to raae ; 
And pour thy bleilings from above, 
That we may render praife. 

4 And may the gofpel's jo) ful found, 

Enforc'd by mighty grace, 
Awaken many finners round, 
To come and fill the place. 

CCCXLI. S. M. Dr. S. Stensett. 

The Pleafures of facial IFor/b'tp. 

i TTOW charming is the place, 
■*■-■• Where my Redeemer God 
Unveils the beauties of his face, 
And {beds his love abroad ! 

2 Not the fiir palaces 

To which the great re fart, 
Are once to be compar'd with this, 
Where Jtfus holds his court. 

3 Kere on the mercy-feat, 
With radiant glory crown'd 

Our joyful eyes behold him fit, 
And fmili on all around. 
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342. WORSHIP. 

4 To him their prayers and cries 
Each humble foul prefents : 

He liftens to their broken fighs, 
And grants them all their wants. 

5 To them his fovereign will 
He gracioufly imparts : 

And in return accepts with fmiles, 
The tribute of their hearts. 

6 Give mc, O Lord, a place 
Within thy bleft: abode, 

Among the children of thy grace, 
The fervants of my God. 

CCCXLIL 7s. D. Turner. 

The Excellency of Piibtic Worfoip. 

1 II" ORD of hods, how lovely fair, 
•*~ i E'en on earth, thy temples are ; 
Here thy waiting people fee 

Much of heaven and much of thee. 

2 From thy gracious prefence flows, 
Blifs that foftens all our woes ; 
While thy Spirit's holv fire 
Warms our hearts with pure defire. 

3 Here we fupplicate thy throne, 
Here thou mak'ft: thy glories known ; 
Here we learn thy righteous ways, 
Tafte thy love, and fing thy praife. 

4 Thus with feftive fongs of joy 
We our happy lives employ ; 
Love, and long to love thee more, 
'Till from earth to heav'n we foar. 


CCCXLIIL L. M. Steele. 
The Happinefs of humble [for/J/ip, Pfalm lxxxiy. 

1 TTOW lovely, how divinely fv/eet, 
•*--■• O Lord, thy facred courts appear; 
Fain would my longing paiiions meet 
The glories of thy pretence there. 

2 O, blefl the men, bleft their employ, 
Whom thy indulgent favors raife 

To dwell in thefe abodes of joy, 
And fing thy never-ceafing praife. 

3 Happy the men whom ftrength divine, 
With ardent love and zeal infpires ; 
Whofe fteps to thy bled: way incline, 
With willing hearts and Warm delires. 

4 One day within thy facred gate, 
Affords more real joy to me, 

Than thoufands in the tents of (late ; 
The meaneit place is blifs with thee. 

5 God is a Sun ; our brighted day 
From his reviving prefence flows ; 
God is a (hield, thro' all the way, 
To guard us from furrounding foes. 

6 He pours his kindeft bledings down, 
Profufely down on fouls fincere ; 

And grace mall, guide, and_glory crown 
The happy favorites of his care. 

7 O Lord cf holls, thou God of grace, 
How blelt, divinely bled, is he, 

Who trulls thy love, and feeks thy face, 
And fixes all his hopes on thee ! 

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Delight in God's Houfe and Confidence in hlm t 
Pfalm xxvii. 

1 ^PHOU, Lard, my fafcty, thou my light, 

■*• What danger fhall my foul affright ? 
Strength of my lite ! what arm fhaH dare 
To hurt whom thou halt own'd thy care ? 

2 One wilh, with holy tranfport warm, 
My heart has form'd, and yet fhall form, 
One gift I afk, that to my end 

Fair Sion's dome I may attend ; 

3 There joyful find a fare abode, 
And view the beauty of my God; 
For he within his hallow'd fhrine 
My fecret refuge fhall affign. 

4 When thou with condefcending grace, 
Haft bid me feek thy mining face, 
My heart reply'd to thy kind word, 
Thee will 1 feek, all-gracious Lord. 

5 Should every earthly friend depart, 
And nature leave a parent's heart ; 
My God, on whom my hopes depend, 
Will be my father and my friend. 

6 Ye humble fouls, in every ftrait 
On God with facred courage wait ; 
His hand fhall life and ftrength afford, 
O ever wait, upon the Lord. 

CCCXLV. S. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric. 

Forms vain ivithout Religion. 

i A LMIGHTY Maker, God! 
-*- ■*■ How wondrous is thy name ! 
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad 
Thro' the creation's frame. 


2 Nature in every drefs 
Her humble homage pays, 

And finds a thonfand ways t'exprefs 
Thine undifTembled praife. 

3 Mv foul would rife and fing 
To her Creator too, 

Fain would my tongue adore my King, 
And pay the worfhip due. 

4 [But pride, that bufy fin, 
Spoils all that I perform, 

Curs'd pride, that creeps fecurely in, 
And fwells a haughty worm.] 

5 Create my foul anew, 
Elfe all my wot fhip's vain ; 

This wretched heart will neV be true, 
Until 'tis form'd again. 

6 Let joy and worfhip fpend 
The remnant of my days, 

And to my God, my foul afcend 
In fweet perfumes of praife. 


CCCXLVI. S.S.6. Baltimore Tune. Merrick. 

Zeal for the Houfe of God, and Delight in V/orjljip, 
Pfalm exxii. 

I HPHE joyful morn, my God, is come, 
■*- That calls me to thy honor'd dome 
Thy prcfence to ^.dore : 
My feet the fummons mall attend, 
With willing fieps thy courts afcend, 
And tread the hallow'd floor. 

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2 Hither from judaPs utmofl: end, 
The heaven-protected tribes afcend ; 

Their offerings hither bring : 
Here, eager to atteft their joy, 
In hymns of praife their tongues employ, 

And hail th' immortal King. 

3 Be peace implor'd by each on thee, 
O Sion, while with bended knee 

To JacoVz God we pray: 
How blefs'd, who calls himfelf thy friend ! 
Succefs his labor mail attend, 

And fafety guard his way. 

4. O may'fr. thou, free from hoftile fear, 
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear, 

Nor war's wild waftes deplore : 
May plenty nigh thee take her ltand, 
And in thy courts, with lavifh hand, 

Diflribute all her (tore. 

5 Seat of my friends and brethren, hail, 
How can my tongue, O Sion, fail 

To blefs thy lov'd abode ? 
How ceafe the zeal that in me glows, 
Thy good to feek, whofe walls inclofe 

The maniions of my God? 

CCCXLVII. 7s. AlcefterTune. D.Turner. 

A Song of Praife to the Redeemer, Pfalm xl. 7, 8. 

I TTOLY wonder, heavenly grace, 
-*--*- Come, infpire our humble lays, 
While the Saviour's love we fing, 
Whence our hopes and comforts fpring. 

lord's day. 347, 

2 Man, inrolv'd in guilt and woe, 
Touch'd his tender bofom fo, 
That when juftice death demands; 
Forth the great deliverer ftands ; 

3 Cries to God, " Thy mercy (hew, 
"Lo! I come thy will to do; 

" I the facrifice will be, 

" Death ihall plunge his dart in me." 

4 Tho' the form of God he bore, 
Great in glory, great in power, 
See him in our flefh array'd, 
Lower than his angels made. 

5 [He that heaven itfelf pofTefs'd 
Now an infant at the bread: ! 
Angels from the world above, 
See and lino th' amazing love ! 

6 Thro' the mining hours of day, 
Toil and danger mark his way ; 
Lonely mounts, and chilling air, 
Witnefs oft his midnight prayer. J 

7 Now the heavenly lover dies ! 
Darknefs veils the mid-day fkies ! 
Angels round the bloody tree, 
Throng and gaze in ediacy. 

8 [Power unfeen earth's bofom heaves, 
Rocks and tombs afunder cleave ; 
While the temple's rending veil 
Tells the priefr. the awful tale. J 

9 But the third day's dawning come, 
Lo ! the Saviour leaves the tomb ! 
Reafcends his native fky, 
Where he lives no more to die. 

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10 On his crofs he builds his throne, 
Whence he makes his glories known, 
Sends his Spirit down to give 
Dying (Inners grace to live. 

CCCXLVIII. L. M. J. Stennett; 

The Sabbath. 

1 A NOTHER fix days work is done, 
•*■ *- Another fabbath is begun ; 
Return, my foul, enjoy thy reft, 
Improve the day thy God has blefs'd. 

2 Come, blefs the Lord, whofe love afligns 
So fweet a reft to wearied minds ; 
Provides an antepaft of heaven, 

And gives this day the food of feven. 

3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rife, 
As grateful incenfe, to the Ikies ; 

And draw from heaven that fweet repofe, 
Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 

4 This heavenly calm within the breaft, 
Is the dear pledge of glorious reft, 
Which for the church of God remains, 
The end of cares, the end of pains. 

5 With joy, great God, thy works we view, 
In various fcenes both old and new ; 
With praife, we think on mercies paft, 
With hope, we future pleafures tafte. 

C In holy duties let the day, 
In holy pleafures pafs away ; 
How fweet, a fabbath thus to fpend, 
In hope of one that ne'er {hall end ! 

lord's day. 349, 

CCCXLIX. i.tSth. Carter Lane Tune. 

A Hymn for Lord'j Day Morning, 

AWAKE, our d row fy fouls, 
Shake off each flothful band, 
The wonders of this day 
Our noblefl fongs demand. 
Aufpicious morn ! thy blifsful rays, 
Bright feraphs hail in fongs of praife. 

At thy approaching dawn, 

Reluclant death refgn'd 

The glorious Prince of life, 

Its dark domains coniin'd : 
Th' angelic hod around him bends, 
And 'midft their fnouts the God afcends. 

All hail, triumphant Lord, 

Heaven with hofannas rings ; 

While earth, in humbler (trains, 

Thy praife refponfive fi ngs : 
Worthy art thou who once wait, {lain, 
Thro' endlefs years to live and reign. 

Gird on, great God, thy fword, 

Afcend thy conquering car, 

While judice, truth, and love 

Maintain the glorious war : 
Viclorious thou, thy foes (halt tread, 
And fin and hell in triumph lead. 

Make bare thy potent arm, 

And wing th' unerring dart, 

With falutary pangs, 

To each rebellious heart: 
Then dying fouls for life fliall fue, 
Numerous as drops of morning dew*. 
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CCCL. C. M. B- 

A Hymn for the Evening of the Lord'j Day. 

"FREQUENT the day of God returns 
■*■ To fhed its quickening beams ; 
And yet how flow devotion burns ! 
Kow languid are its flames ! 

Accept our faint attempts to love, 

Our frailties, Lord, forgive ; 
We would be like thy faints above, 

And praife thee while we live. 

Increafe, O Lord, our faith and hope, 

And fit us to afcend, 
Where the afTembly ne'er breaks up, 

The fabbath ne'er (hall end ; 

Where we fliall breathe in heavenly air, 

With heavenly luftre fhine ; 
Before the throne of God appear, 

And feafl on love, divine ; 

Where we, in high feraphic drains, 

Shall all our powers employ ; 
Delighted range the etherial plains, 

And take our fill of joy. 

CCCLI. C. M. Cennick. 

LordV Day Evening. 

•\TTHEN, O dear Jefus, when fliall I 

* * Behold thee all ferene ? 
Blefl: in perpetual fabbath-day, 
Without a veil between ? 

Aflift me while I wander here, 

Amidft a world of cares ; 
Incline my heart to pray with love, 

And then accept my prayers. 

LORD S DAY. 2S 2i 

3 [Rehafe mv foal from every chain, 

No more hell's captive led ; 

And pardon a repenting child, 

For whom the Saviour bled. 

4 Spare me, my God, O fpare the foul, 

That gives itfelf to thee ; 

Take all that I poflefs below, 

And give thyfelf to me.] 

5 Thy Spirit, O myFather, give, 

To be my guide and friend, 
To light my ways to ceafelefs joys, 
To fabbaths without end. 

CCCLII. L. M. Gloucefter Tune. 

The Eternal Salbatb, Heb. iv. 9. 

1 npHINE earthly fabbaths, Lord, we love, 

■*- But there's a nobler reft above ; 
To that our laboring fouls afpire 
With ardent pangs of ftrong defire. 

2 No more fatigue, no more diftrefs ; 
Nor fin, nor hell (hall reach the place ; 
No groans to mingle with the fongs, 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 

3 No rude alarms of raging foes ; 
No cares to break the long repofe ; 
No midnight fhade, no clouded fun, 
But facred, high, eternal noon. 

4 Thine earthly fabbaths, Lord, we love, 
But there's a nobler reft above ; 

To that our laboring fouls afpire 
With ardent pangs of ftrong defire. 

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CCCLIII. L. M. Cowper. 
Exhortation to Prayer. 

i "XTTH AT various hindrances we meet, 
* * Tn coming to a mercy feat ! 
Yet who that knows the worth - c ^ ayer, 
But wifhes to be often there r* 

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw, 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob faw ; 
Gives exercife to faith and love, 

Brings every bleffing from above. 

3 P.ertraining prayer, we ceafe to fight ; 
Prayer makes the chriftian's armor bright ; 
And fatan trembles, when he fees 

The weakeft faint upon his knees. 

4 While Mofes flood with arms fpread wide, 
Succefs was found on Ifrael's fide ; 

But when thro' wearinefs they faiPd, 
That moment Amalek prevail'd. 

5 Have you no words ? ah, think again, 
Words flow apace when you complain, 
And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
With the fad tale of all your care. 

6 Were half the breath thus vainly fpent, 
To heaven in fupplication fent ; 
Your cheerful fongs would oftner be, 

c< Hear what the Lord has done for me." 


CCCL1V. 7s. 

/ will not let thee go except thou blefs me, 
Gen. xxxii. 26. 

1 T ORD, I cannot let thee go, 
""-* Till a bleffing thou bellow ; 
Do not turn away thy face, 
Mine's an urgent preffing cafe. 

2 Doll thou a(k me who I am ? 

Ah, my Lord, thcu know'ft my name ! 
Yet the quefticn gives a plea, 
To fupport my fuif with thee. 

3 Thou didft once a wretch behold, 
, In rebellion blindly bold, 

Scorn thy grace, thy power defy, 
That poor rebel, Lord, was I. 

4 Once a finner near defpair 
Sought thy mercy-feat by prayer ; 
Mercy heard and fee him free, 
Lord, that mercy came to me. 

5 Many days have pafs'd fince then, 
Many changes I have feen ; 

Yet have been upheld 'till now, 
Who could hold me up but thou ? 

6 Thou haft help'd in every need, 
This emboldens me to plead : 
After fo much mercy pair, 
Canft thou let me fink at laft ? 

7 No — I muft maintain my hold, 
'Tis thy goodnefs makes me bold j 
I can no denial take, 

When I plead for Jefus* fake. 

355* worship. 

CCCLV. C. M. Edmund Jones*. 

The fuccefsful Refohe — I will go in unto the King, 
Either iv. 16. 
i /^OME, humble Tinner, in whofe breaft 
^ A thoufand thoughts revolve, 
Come, with your guilt and fear oppreft, 
And make this lair, refolve. 

2 " I'll go to Jefus, tho' my fin 

" Hath like a mountain rofe ; 
w I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
*« Whatever may oppofe. 

3 " Proftrate I'll lie before his throne, 

" And there my guilt confefs, 

" I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone 

" Without his fovereign grace. 

4 " I'll to the gracious King approach, 

" Whofe fceptre pardon gives, 
" Perhaps he may command my touch, 
" And then the fuppliant lives. 

5 " Perhaps he will admit my plea, 

" Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
" But if I perifh I will pray, 
" And perim only there. 

6 " I can but perifh if I go, 

" I am refolv'd to try : 

" For if I flay away, I know 

" I mud for ever die." 

* The Rev. Mr. Jones was a truly worthy paftor of the 
Baptift Church at Exon, Devon : he departed this life, on 
April 15, 1765, aged 43. His fucceflor was my very amiable 
friend, the Rev, Mr. Thomas Lewis, who died Dec. 4, 1 774, 
aged 44 years. This page is facred to his memory. 



A broken Heart, and a bleeding Saviour. 

T7NTO thine altar, Lord, 
*-J A broken heart I bring ; 
And wilt thou gracioufly accept 
Of fuch a worthlefs thing ? 

To Chrijl the bleeding Lamb, 
My faith dire&s its eyes ; 
Thou may'ft reject that worthlefs thing, 
But not his facrihce. 

When he gave up the gho(r, 
The law was fatisfy'd ; 
And now to its molt rigorous claims, 
I anfwer, " Jefus died." 

CCCLVIT. L. M. Beddoms. 

Holy Boldnefs. 

C PRINKLED with reconciling blood, 
^ I dare approach thy throne, O God; 
Thy face no frowning afpect wears, 
Thy hand no vengeful thunder bears ! 

Th* incircling rainbow, peaceful f'gn '. 
Doth with refulgent Brightness ihine ; 
And while my faith beholds it near, 
T bid farewell to every fear. 

Let me my grateful homage pay ; 
With courage ling, with fervor pray; 
And tho' myfelf a wretch undone, 
Hope for acceptance thro' thy Son — 

Thy Son, who on the accurfed trcj, 
Expir'd to fet the vilelr. free ; 
On this I build my only claim, 
And ail I afk is in his name, 
n r 

358. WORSHIP. 

CCCLV1II. 8. 8. 6. Chatham Tune. J. Strapha*. 
The LordV Prayer, Matt. vi. 9 — 13. 

1 /^\UR Father, vvhofe eternal fway 
*-* The bright angelic holts obey, 

O ! lend a pitying ear : 
When on thy awful name we call, 
And at thy feet fubmiflive fall, 

O ! condefcend to hear. 

2 Far may thy glorious reign extend, 
May rebels to thy fceptre bend, 

And yield to fovereign love : 
May we take pleafure to fulfil 
The facred dictates of thy will, 

As angels do above. 

3 From thy kind hand each temporal good, 
Our raiment and our daily food, 

In rich abundance come : 
Lord, give us (till a frefh. fupply, 
If thou withhold thy hand, we die, 

And fill the filent tomb. 

4 Pardon our fins, O God! that rife, 
And call for vengeance from the fides ; 

And while we are forgiven, 
Grant that revenge may never red, 
And malice harbor in that breaft 

That feels the love of heaven. 

5 Protect us in the dangerous hour, 
Ar.d from the wily tempter's power 

O ! fet our fpirits free : 
And if temptation mould afTail, 
May mighty grace o'er all prevail, 

And lead our hearts to thee. 


6 Thine is the power, to thee belongs 
The con ("tanf tribute of our fongs, 

All glory to thy name : 
Let every creature join our lays, 
In one refounding ad of praife 

Thy wonders to proclaim. 


CCCLIX. L. M. Dr. S. Stensett. 

To be Jung bet-ween Prayer and Sermon, 
Matt, xviii. 20. 

1 "VTTHERE two or three, with fweet accord, 

* * Obedient to their fovereign Lord, 
Meet to recount his ads of grace, 
And offer folemn prayer and praife ; 

2 " There," fays the Saviour, " will I be, 
" Amid this little company; 

" To them unveil my uniting face, 

" And med my glories round the place.'* 

3 We meet at thy command, dear Lord, 
Relying on thy faithful word : 

Now fend thy Spirit from above, 
Now fill our hearts with heavenly love. 

1 Cor. iii. 6. 7. 

1 TN vain Apollos* filver tongue, 

•*- And Paul's with drains profound, 
Diffufe among the liftening throng, 
The gofpel's gladdening found : 

2 Jefus, the work is wholly thine 

To form the heart anew, 
Now let thy fovereign grace divine 
Each ftubborn foul fubdue. 

r r 2 

361,362. WORSHIP. 

CCCLXI. 1 1 2th. Uffculm Tune. Fawcett. 
Before Sermon. 

1 nPHY prefence, gracious God, afford, 

^- Prepare us to receive thy word : 
Mow let thy voice engage our ear, 
And faith be rnix'd with what we hear : 
Chor. Thus, Lord, thy waiting fervants blefs 5 
And crown thy gofpel with fuccefs. 

2 Difti acting thoughts and cares remove, 
And fix our hearts and hopes above ; 
With food divine may we be fed, 
And fatisfy'd with living bread : 

Chor. Thus, Lord, thy waiting fervants blefs, 
And crown thy gofpel with fuccefs. 

3 To us the facred word apply, 
With fovereign power, and energy ; 
And may we, in thy faith and fear, 
Reduce to practice what we hear : 

Chor. Thus, Lord, thy waiting fervants blefs, 
And crown thy gofpel with fuccefs. 

4 Father, in us thy Son reveal ; 
Teach us to know and do thy will : 
Thy faving power and love difplay ; 
And guide us to the realms of day : 

Chor. Thus, Lord, thy waiting fervants blefs, 
And crown thy gofpel with fuccefs. 

CCCLXII. C. M. Beddome. 

The Frecnefs of the Gofpel. 

1 TTOW free and boundlefs is the grace 
«*■■*■ Of our redeeming God, 
Extending to the Greek and Jew, 
And men of every blood ! 


The mightiefr king, and meancfl: flave, 

May his rich mercy tslte ; 
He bids the beggar and the prince 

Untc the gofpcl feail. 

None are excluded thence, but thofe 

Who do themfelves exclude ; 
Welcome the learned and polite, 

The ignorant and rude. 

Come then, ye men of every name r I 

Of every rank and tongue ; 
What you are willing to receive 

Doth unto you belong. 

CCCLXIII. 7s. Stoel Tune. 

A Blejfing humbly requeued. 

1 If ORD, we come before thee now, 
■*~ < At thy feet we humbly bow ; 

O \ do not our fait difdain, 

Shall we feek thee, Lord, in vain ? 

2 In thy own appointed way, 
Now we feek thee, here we ftay> 
Lord, from hence we would not go, 
'Till a bleffing thou bellow. 

3 Send fome meiTage from thy word, 
That may joy and peace afford ; 
Let thy Spirit now impart 

Full falvation to each heart. 

4 Grant that all may feek, and find 
Thee a God fupremely kind ; 
Heal the fick, the captive free, 
Let us all rejoice in thee. 

64j 3^5* WORSHIP. 


The Pool of Bclhcfda, John v. 2 — 4. 

1 TTOW long, thou faithful God, mall I 
•*"*• Here in thy ways forgotten lie ? 
When (hall the means of healing be 
The channels of thy grace to me ? 

2 Sinners on every fide ftep in, 
And wafh away their pain and fin ; 
But J, an helplefs (in-fick foul, 
Still lie expiring at the pool. 

3 Thou cov'nant angel fwift come down, 
To-day thine own appointments crown ; 
Thy power into the means infufe, 

And give them now their facred ufe. 

4 Thou feed me lying at the pool, 

I would, thou know'ft I would be whole ; 
O let the troubled waters move, 
And minirter thy healing love. 

CCCLXV. 8. 7. 4. Toplady's Collection. 
Prayer for Minijler and People. 

1 T^E A REST Saviour, help thy fervant 
-*^ To proclaim thy wond'rous love ! 
Pour thy grace upon this people, 

That thy truth they may approve : 
Blefs, O blefs them, 
From thy fliining courts above. 

2 Now thy gracious word invites them 

To partake the gofpel-feaft : 
Let thy Spirit fweetly draw them ; 

Every foul be Jefu'z gueft ! 
O receive us, 
Let us find thy promis'd reft. 


CCCLXVI. L. M. Newton. 

Cafihig the Gofpd-Nct, Luke v. 5. John xxi. 6. 

1 "VJOW while the gofpel-net is cart, 
.-^ Do thou, O Lord, the effort own ; 
From numerous difappointmenrs pad, 
Teach us to hope in thee alone. 

2 May this be a much favor'd hour, 
To fouls in fatan's bondage led ; 

O clothe thy word with fovereign power 
To break the rocks, and raife the dead ! 

3 To mourners fpeak a cheering word, 
On feeking fouls vouchfafe to mine ; 
Let poor backfliders be reftor'd, 
And all thy faints in praifes join. 

4 [O hear our prayer, and give us hope, 
That when thy voice fhall call us home, 
Thou (HI! wilt raife a people up 

To Jove and praife thee in our room.] 

CCCLXVII. S. M. Beddomk. 
He beheld the City and nvept over it, John xix. 41, 

1 "P^ID Chr'ijl o'er finners weep ? 
•*-' And mail our cheeks be dry ? 

Let floods of penitential grief 
Burft forth from every eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears, 
Angels with wonder fee ! 

Be thou aitoniuYd, O my foul, 
He ihed thofe tears for thee. 

3 He wept, that we might weep, 
Each lin demands a tear ; 

In heaven alone no fin is found, 
And there's no weeping there. 

363,69, 7°* WORSHIP. 

CCCLXVIII. 8. 7. 4. Helmfley Tune. E— 
ji BhJJtng requejled* 

1 <OOME, thou foul-transforming Spirit, 
^-* Blefs the fower and the feed: 

Let each heart thy grace inherit, 

Raife the weak, the hungry feed : 
From the gofpel 
Now fupply thy people's need. 

2 O may all enjoy the blefling ! 

Which thy word's defign'd to give : 
Let us all, thy love poffefiing, 

Joyfully the truth receive : 
And for ever 
To thy praife and glory live. 

CCCLXIX. 148th. 
Blind Bartimeus, Luke xviii. 35 — 38. 

1 CINFUL, and blind, and poor, 
^ And loft without thy grace. 
Thy mercy I implore, 

And wait to fee thy face : 
Begging I fit by the way-fide, 
And long to know the crucify'd. 

2 Jtfus, attend my cry, 
Thou fon of Dai-id^ hear, 
If now thou paffed by, 
Stand Mill and call me near ; 

The darknefs from my heart remove, 
And fhew me now thy pardoning love. 

CCCLXX. L. M. Coombs'sTune. Beddome. 
Thy Kingdom come, Matt. vi. 10. 

1 A SCEND thy throne, almighty King, 
"*■ And fpread thy glories all abroad ; 
Let thine own arm ialvation bring, 
And be thou known the gracious God. 


Let millions bow before thy feat, 
Let humble mourners feek thy face, 
Bring daring rebels to thy feet, 
Subdued by thy victorious grace. 

O let the kingdoms of the world 
Become the kingdoms of the Lord; 
Let faints, and angels praife thy name. 
Be thou thro' heaven and earth ador'd. 


Ezekiel'j Vifion of the dry Bones, Ezek. xxxvii. 3, 

1 T OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye; 
-*- J See sldam's race in ruin lie ; 

Sin fpreads its trophies o'er the ground, 
And icatters flaughter'd heaps around. 

2 And can thefe mouldering corpfes live ? 
And can thefe perifh'd bones revive ? 
That, mighty God, to thee is known ; 
That wondrous work is all thy own. 

3 Thy minifters are fent in vain 
To prophefy upon the flain ; 

In vain they call, in vain they cry, 
'Till thine almighty aid is nigh. 

4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe, 

Life fpreads thro' all the realms of death ; 
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice ; 
They move, they waken, they rejoice : 

5 So when thy trumpet's awful found 

Shall {hake the heavens and rend the ground, 
Dead faints fhall from their tombs arife, 
And fpring to life beyond the fkits* 
S S 

372, 73? 74- worship. 



The Parable of 'ha Sower, Matt. xiii. 3 — 23. 

1 "NJOW, Lord, the heavenly feed is fown, 
r-^ Be it thy fervants' care 

Thy heavenly bleiHng to bring down, 
By humble fervent prayer. 

2 In vain we plant without thine aid, 

And water too in vain ; 
Lord of the harveft, God of grace, 
Send down thy heavenly rain. 

3 Then (hail our cheerful hearts and tongues 

Begin this fong divine ; 
" Thou, Lord, ha(l given the rich increafe, 
" And be the glory thine." 

CCCLXXIII. 148th. Newton. 

/"\N what has now been fown, 

\~% Thy blefFmg, Lord, beftow ; 

The power is thine alone, 

To make it fpring and grow ; 
Do thou the gracious harveft raife 
And thou, alone, malt have the praife. 

The Spread of the Gofpsl, Matt. vi. 10. 

1 HPO difrant lands thy gofpel fend, 

-*- And thus thy empire wide extend: 
To Gentile, Turk, and ftubborn Jew, 
Thou King of grace ! falvation (hew. 

2 Where'er thy fan, or light arife, 
Thy name, O God! immortalize : 
May nations yet unborn confefs, 

Thy wifdoni, power and righieoufnefs. 


CCCLXXV. C. ft. 

, and Privileges, Jude 20, 21. 

HILE finners, who prefume to bear 
The Chriiiian's facred name, 
Throw up the reins to every lulc, 
And glory in their ihame ; 

2 Ye faints preferv'd in Chrijl and call'd, 

Detelt their impious ways, 

And on the batis of your faith 

An heavenly temple raife. 

3 Upon the Spirit's promis'd aid 

Depend from day to day, 
And, while he breathes his quickening gale, 
Adore, and praife, and pray. 

4 Preferve unquench'd your love to God, 

And let the flame arife, 
And higher and ftill higher blaze, 
Till it afcends the ikies. 

5 With a tranfporting joy expect 

The grace your Lord mall give, 
When all his faints mail from his hands 
Their crowns of life receive. 

CCCLXXVI. CM. Toplady's Collection. 
Now is the accepted Titvc. 

1 /^OME, guilty fouls, and flee away 
^ To Chrijl, and heal your wounds ; 
This is the welcome gofpel-day 

Wherein free grace abounds. 

2 God lov'd the church, and gave his Son 

To drink the cup of wrath : 
And Jefus fays he'll cart out none 
That come to him by faith. 
S S 2 

377*7^79' worship. 

CCCLXXVIl. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Acceptance through Christ alone, John xiv. 6. 

1 TTQW mall the fons of men appear, 
•*■■*■ Great God, before thine awful barf 
How may the guilty hope to find 
Acceptance with th' eternal mind? 

2 Not vows) nor groans, ror broken cries, 
Not the mod coftly facrifice, 

Not infant blood profufdy fpilt, 
Will expiate a tinner's guilt. 

3 Thy blood, dear %fus, thine alone, 
Hath fovereign virtue to atone : 
Here we will reft our only plea 
When we approach, great Cod, to thee. 


Habbakuk iii. I 7, 18. 

TS Jefus mine ! I'm now prepar'd 

■*■ To meet with what I thought mod hard ; 

Yes, let the winds of trouble blow, 

And comforts melt away like fnow ; 

No blalled trees or failing crops, 

Can hinder my eternal hopes ; 

Tho' creatures change, the Lord's the fame, 

Then let me triumph in his name. 

CCCLXXIX. 7s. Deptford Tune. 

Help, Hofca xiii. 9. 

SELF-deftroy'd for help 1 pray : 
Help me, Saviour, from above, 
Help me to believe, obey, 
Help me to repent, and love, 
Help me to keep the graces given, 
Help me quite from hell to heaven. 


Felix trembling, Afls xxiv. 24, l$. 

SEE Felix, cloth'd with pomp and power. 
See his refplendent bride 
Attend to hear a prifoner preach 

The Saviour crucify'd. 
He well defcribes who Jefus was, 

His glories and his love, 
How he obey'd and bled below, 

And reigns and pleads above. 
Felix up darts and trembling cries, 

" Go for this time away; 
" I'll hear thee on thefe points again 

" On Tome convenient day." 
Attention to the words of life 

Let Felix thus adjourn ; 
Lord) let us make thefe folemn truths, 

Our firft and laft concern. 


Jabez'j- Prayer, 1 Chron. iv. 9, 10, 
« /"^ THAT the Lord indeed 
^-^ " Would me his fervant blefs, 
" From every evil fliield my head, 
M And crown my paths with peace 1 
" Be his almighty hand 
" My helper and my guide, 
M Till with his faints in Canaan's land, 
" My portion he divide." 


Pfalm lxxxiv. 8. 
T ORD God, omnipotent to blefs, 
-"-* My fupplication hear ; 
Guardian of Jacob, to my voice 
Incline thy gracious ear. 

383. WORSHIP. 

2 If I have never vet jbegoa 

To tread the (acred road, 
O teach mv wandering feet the way, 
To Ztok's bleit aklde ! 

3 Or if I'm travelling in the path, 

Affift me with thy iirength, 
And let me fwift advances make, 
And reach thine heaven at length ! 

4 My care, my hope, my firft requeir, 

Are all compris'd in this, 
To follow where thy faints have led, 
And then partake their blifs. 

CCCLXXXIII. 1 04th. SufTex Tunc. 
Praife for Salvation. 

1 AUR Saviour alone 

^ The Lord, let us blefs, 
Who reigns on his throne, 

The Prince of our peace ; 
Who evermore faves us 

By Ihedding his blood ; 
All hail, holy Jeftti* 

Our Lord and our God! 

2 We thankfully fing 

Thy glory and praife, 
Thou merciful fpring 

Of pity and grace :, 
Thy kindnefs for ever 

To men we will tell, 
And fay, our dear Saviour 

Redeems us from hell. 

3 Preferve us in love, 

While here we abide : 
O never remove 

Thy prefence, nor hide 


Thy glorious falvation, 

'Till each of us fee 
With joy the blefs'd vifion 

Completed in thee ! 

CCCLXXXIV. CM. BoftonTune. 

Not unto us, Pfalm cxv. 1. 

"VTOT unto us, but thee alone, 
-*-™ Bled: Lamb, be glory given ! 
Here (hall thy praifes be begun, 
And carried on in heaven. 

The hofts of fpirits now with thee 

Eternal anthems fing: 
To imitate them here, lo ! we 

Our hallelujahs bring. 

Had we our tongues like them infpii'd, 

Like theirs our fongs mould rife ; 
Like them we never mould be tir'd, 

But iove the facrifice. 

'Till we the veil of flem lay down, 

Accept our weaker lays ; 
And, when we reach thy Father's throne, 

We'll give thee nobler praife. 

CCCLXXXV. 8s. Lock Tune. Hart. 

Our God for ever and ever, Pfalm xlviii. 14. 

HPHIS God is the God wo. adore, 
•*■ Our faithful unchangeable friend ; 
Whofe love is as large as his power, 

And neither knows meafure nor end : 
•Tis Jefiu the firft and the laft, 

Whofe Spirit mail guide us f a fe home; 
We'll praife him for all that is paft, 

And truft him for all that's to come. 

$$6, $>]. worship. 

CCCLXXXVL C. M. Ncwington Tune. 

Christ the Burden of the Song. 
i r j 'HOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, 
■*- We love to hear of thee ; 
No mufic's like thy charming name, 
Nor half fo fweet can be. 

2 O let us ever hear thy voice, 

In mercy to us fpeak, 
And in our Pried we will rejoice, 
Thou great Melchifedec. 

3 Our Jefus (hall be (rill our theme, 

While in this world we flay, 

We'll fing our jefu's lovely name, 

When all things elfe decay : 

4 When we appear in yonder cloud, 

With all thy favor'd throng, 
Then will we fing more fweet, more loud, 
And Ghrijl ihall be our fong. 

CCCLXXXVII. 6. 4. Bermondfey Tune. 
Worthy the Lamb, 
i f^ LORY to God on high ! 
^-* Let earth and fkies reply : 

Praife ye his name : 
His love and grace adore, 
Who all our forrows bore j 
Sing aloud evermore, 

Worthy the Lamb. 
I ye/us, our Lord and God, 
Bore fin's tremendous load, 

Praife ye his name : 
Tell what his arm hath done, 
What fpoils from death he won; 
Sing his great name alone ; 

Worthy the Lamb. 


While they around the throne 
Cheerfully join in one, 

Trailing his name : 
Thofe who have felt his blood 
Sealing their peace with God, 
Sound his dear fame abroad, 

Worthy the Lamb. 

Join, all ye ranfom'd race, 
Our holy Lord to blefs ; 

Praife ye his name : 
In him we will rejoice, 
And make a joyful noife, 
Shouting with heart and voice, 

Worthy the Lamb. 

What tho* we change our place, 
Yet we mall never ceafe 

Praifing his name : 
To him our fongs we bring, 
Hail him our gracious King, 
And Without ceafing fing, 

Worthy the Lamb. 

Then let the hofts above, 
In realms of endlefs love, 

Praife his dear name : 
To him afcribed be 
Honor and majefty, 
Thro' all eternity; 

Worthy the Lamb. 


jit D'lfmiffion. 
"TXISMISS us with thy bleffing, Lord, 
-■"^ Help us to feed upon thy word, 
All that has been amifs, forgive, 
And let thy truth within us live. 
T t 

389, 39 0, WORSHIP. 

2 Tho' we are guilty, thou art good, 

Wafli all our works in jfefuh blood ; 

Give every fetter'd foul releafe, 

And bid us all depart in pe-ace. 

CCCLXXXIX. 8. 7. 4. Hclmfley Tune. 
The fame, 

1 T ORD, difmifs us with thy blefling, 
■*— ' Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
Let us each thy love poflefling, 

Triumph in redeeming grace : 
O refrefh us ! 
Travelling thro' this wildernefs. 

2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 

For thy gofpePs joyful found, 
May the fruits of thy falvation 

In our hearts and lives abound: 
May thy prefence 
With us evermore be found ! 

3 So, whene'er the fignal's given, 

Us from earth to call away ; 
Borne on angels wings to heaven, 

Glad to leave our cumbrous clay, 
May we ready, 
Rife and reign in endiefs day ! 


Sanfi'ificatwn and Growth, Heb. xiii. 13, 2C. 

I VT OW may the God of peace and love, 
■*-^ Who from the imprifoning grave, 
Reftor'd the Shepherd of the fhecp, 
Omnipotent to fave, 


2 Thro' the rich mciits of that blood, 

Which he on Calvary fpilt, 
To make th' eternal cov'nant fure, 
On which our hopes are built. 

3 Perfect our fouls in every grace 

T' accomplim ail his will, 
And ail that's pleafing in his fight 
Infpire us to fulfil ! 

4 For the great Mediator's fake, 

We every bleiTmg pray : 
With glory let his name be crown'd 
Thro' heaven's eternal day ! 


The Peace of Gov fiall keep, &C. Phil. iv. 7. 

1 r J 'HE peace which God alor.e reveal?, 

•*• And by his word of grace imparts, 
Which only the believer feels, 
Direct and keep, and cheer our hearts : 

2 And may the holy Three in One, 
The Father, Word and Comforter, 
Pour an abundant bleffing down 
On every foul alTembled here ! 

CCCXCN. 8.7. WellhTune. Newton'. 
May the Grace, &c. 2 Cor. xiii. 14. 

V/TAY the grace of Chrlfl our Saviour, 
■***-*■ And the Father's boundlefs love, 
With the Holy Spirit's favor 
Relt upon us from above ! 
Thus may we abide in union 
With each other, and the Lord ; 
And pofTefs in fweet communion, 
Joys which earth can not afford, 
T t 2 

393'4>5> 6 >7- worship. 




O Father, Son, and Holy Ghojl, 

Who made the earth and heaven, 
Of equal dignity poffeft, 
Be equal honors given. 

CCCXCIV. S. M. Beddome. 

HTO the eternal Three, 
-*- In will and efTence One, 
Be univerfal homage paid, 
Coequal honors done. 

CCCXCV. L. M. Bp. Ke*. 

T) RAISE Go J, from whom all bleffings flow, 
-*- Praife him all creatures here below ; 
Praife him above, ye heavenly hod, 
Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghojl. 

CCCXCVI. 104th. 

/~* IVE glory to God, ye children of men, 
^^ And publifh abroad, again and again, 
The Son's glorious merit, the Father's free grace ; 
The gifts of the Spirit, to Adam's loft race. 

CCCXCVII. 8. 8. 6. Bentley's Collection. 

r "rO Father, Son, and Holy Ghoji, 
-*- Be praife amid the heavenly ho ft, 

And in the church below ; 
From whom all creatures drew their breath, 
By whom redemption blefs'd the earth) 

From whom, all comforts How ! 

THE WORLD. 3984 


CCCXCVIIL L. M. Blackmore. 
The Vanity of earthly Things. 

1 "TTTHAT are poflefiions, fame, and power, 

•^ * The boafted fplendor of the great ? 
What gold, which dazzled eyes adore, 
And feek with endlefs toils and fweat ? 

2 Exprefs their charms, declare their ufe, 
That we their merit may defcry ; 

Tell us what good they can produce, 
Or what important want fupply ? 

3 If, wounded with the ftnfe of fin, 
To them for pardon we mould pray, 
Will they reftore our peace within ; 
And wafh our guilty Rains away ? 

4 Can they celeflial life infplre, 
Nature with power divine renew, 
With pure and facred tranfports fire 
Our bofoms, and our lulls fubdue ? 

5 When wi'h the pangs of death we (hive, 
And yield all comforts here for io.'r, 
Will they fupport us, will they give 
Kind fuccour, when we need it mod ? 

6 When at th/ Almighty's awful bar 
To hear our final doom we (land, 
Can they incline the J'-d?^ ro f^are, 
Or wreft the vengearce from my head? 

399* THE world. 

7 Can they protect us from defpair, 

From the dark reign of death and heil, 
Crown us with blifs, and throne us where 
The juft, in joys immortal dwell ? 

S Sinners, your idols we defpife, 
If thde reliefs they cannot grant: 
"Why mould we fuch delulions prize, 
And pine in everiafting want ? 

CCCXCIX. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Vanily of the World, Pfalm iv. 6. 

1 TN vain the giddy world inquires, 
■*■ Forgetful of their God, 

" Who will fupply ourvatr. defires, 
" Or (hew us any good ?" 

2 Thro' the wide circuit of the earth 

Their eager wiihes rove, 
In chace of honor, wealth, and mirth, 
The phantoms of their love. 

3 But oft thefe fhadowy joys elude 

Their molt intenfe purfuit : 
Or if they feize the fancied good, 
There's poifon in the fruit. 

4 Lcrdy from this world call off my love, 

Set my affections right : 
Bid me afpire to joys above, 
And walk no moie by light. 

5 O let the glories of thy face 

Upon my bofom mine : 
AfTur'd of thy forgiving grace, 
My joys will be diune. 

THE WORLD. 400,401 

CCCC. C M. Needham. 
The rich Fool furprlfeJ, Luke xii. 16 — 2 2. 

1 T^ELUDED foals ! who think to find 
U A folid blifs below : 

Blifs ! the fair flower of pandife, 
On earth can never grow. 

2 See how the foolifh wretch is pleas'd, 

T' increafe his worldly (lore ; 
Too fcanty now he finds his barns, 
And covets room for more. 

3 " What fhall I do ?" diftrelt he cries, 

" This fcheme will I purfue : 
u My fcarity barns fnall now come down, 
" I'll build them large and new. 

4 " Here will I lay my fruits and bid 

** My foul to take its eafe : 
" Eat, drink, be glad, my lading (tore 
" Shall give what joys I pleafe." 

5 Scarce had he fpoke, when lo ! from heaven 

The Almighty made reply : 
" For whom do(t thou provide, thou fool ? 
" This night thyfelf (hall die." 

6 Teach me, my God, all earthly joys 

Are but an empty dream : 

And may T feek my blifs alone, 

In thee the good fupreme! 


The iv hole World no Compenfal'ton for the Lofs of one 
Soul, Mark viii. 36. 

1 IT ORD, (hall we part with gold for drofs, 
-*- 1 With folid good for (how ? 
Out-live our blifs, and mourn our lofs 
Jn everlaflirg woe ? 

402. the world; 

2 Let us not lofe the living God, 

For one fhort dream of joy: 
With fond embrace cling to a clod, 
And fling ail heaven away. 

3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear, 

We all thy charms defy ; 
And rate our precious fouls too dear 
For all thy wealth to buy. 

CCCCII. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric, 

The Farewell. 

1 T>EAD be my heart to all below, 
*-* To mortal joys and mortal cares ; 
To fenfual blifs that charms us fo, 

Be dark, mine eyes, and deaf, my ears. 

2 Lord, I renounce my carnal tafte 
Of the fair fruit that finners prize : 
Their paradife mall never wade 
One thought of mine, but to defpife. 

3 All earthly joys are over-weigh'd 
With mountains of vexatious care ; 
And where's the fweet that is not laid 
A bait to fame deltruclive lnare ? 

4 Begone, for ever, mortal things ! 
Thou mighty mole-hill, earth, farewell ! 
Angels afpire on lofty wings, 

And leave the globe for ants to dwell. 

5 Come, heaven, and fill my vafl defires, 
My foul purfues the fovereign good : 
She was all made of heavenly fires, 
Nor can (lie live on meaner food. 

THE CHURCH. 403,404, 



The Church defcriked; or, the Stability and Glory 
of S ion, Cant. vi. 10. 

1 CAY who is me, that looks abroad 
^ Like the fweet bluftnng dawn, 
When with her living light fhe paints 

The dew-drops of the lawn : 

2 Fair as the moon, when in the fides 

Serene her throne (he guides, 
And o'er the twinkling (tars fupreme 
In full-orb'd glory rides : 

3 Clear as the fun, when from the eaft 

Without a cloud he fprings, 
And fcatters boundlefs light and heat, 
From his refplendent wings : 

4 Tremendous as an hoft that moves 

Majeflically flow, 
With banners wide-difplay'd, all arm'd, 
All ardent for the foe ! 

5 This is the church by heaven array'd, 

With frrength and grace divine ; 
Thus fhall fhe (hike her foes with dread, 
And thus her glories mine. 

CCCCIV. L. M. Steele. 
The Preface of Christ the Joy of his People. 

1 r I ^HE wondering nations have beheld 
■*■ The facred prophecy fuhiil'd, 
And angels hail'd the glorious morn, 
That fhew'd the great MefTiah bom ; 
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2 The Prince ! the Saviour ! long defir'd, 
Whom men foretold, by heaven infpir'd, 
'And raptur'd faw the blifsful day 

Rife o'er the world with healing ray. 

3 Oft, in the temples of his grace, 
His flints behold his fmiling face,; 
And oft have feen his glory fhine, 
With power and majefly divine : 

4. But foon, alas ! his abfencc mourn, 
And pray and wifh his kind return : 
Without his life-infpiring light, 
'Tis all a fcene of gloomy night. 

5 Come, deareft Lord, thy children cry, 
Our graces droop, our comforts die j 
Return, and let thy glories rife 
Again to our admiring eyes ; 

6 'Till fill'd with light, and joy, and love, 
Thy courts below, like thole above, 
Triumphant hallelujahs raife, 

And heaven and earth refound thy praife. 

CCCCV. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

diking the Way to S'wn, Jer. I. 5. 

1 pNQUlRE, ye pilgrims, for the way, 
-*^ That leads to Sion's hill, 

And thither fet your Heady face, 
With a determin'd will. 

2 Invite the Grangers all around 

Your pious march to join ; 
And fpread the fentiments you feel 
Of faith and love divine. 


3 come, and to his temple hafte, 
And feek his favor there ; 
Before his footflool humbly bow, 
And pour your fervent prayer ! 
|4 O come, and join your fouls to God 
In everlalHng bands, 
Accept the bleffings he beftows, 
With thankful hearts and hands. 

CCCCVI. 148th. Dr. Doddridge. 
At the forming a Church. 
Jfaiah lvi. 6, 7. Matt. xxi. 13. and Eph. ii. 13, 19* 

1 r^ RE AT Father of mankind, 
^ r We blefs that wondrous grace, 
Which could for Gentiles find 
Within thy courts a place : 

How kind the care 
Our God difplays, 
For us to raife 
A houfe of prayer ! 

2 Tho' once eftranged far, 

We now approach the throne ; 
. For jfefus brings us near, 
And makes our caufe his own : 

Strangers no more, 

To thee we come, 

And find our home, 

And reft fecure. 

3 To thee our fouls we join, 
And love thy facred name ; 

• No more our own, but thine, 
We triumph in thy claim ; 
Our Father King, 
Thy covenant grace 
Our fouls embrace, 
Thy tides fing. 

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4 Here in thy houfe we feaft 
On dainties all divine ; 

And, while fach fweets we tafte, 
With joy our faces fhine : 

Incenfe (hall rife 

From flames of love, 

And God approve 

The facrifice. 

5 May all the nations throng 
To worfhip in thy houfe ; 
And thou attend the fong, 
And fmile upon their vows ; 

Indulgent (till, 
'Till earth confpire 
To join the choir 
On Zi<?«'s hill. 

CCCCVII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

The InJlUut'wn of a Gofpel Minijlry from Christ, 
Eph. iv. 8, 11, 12. 

1 "LEATHER of mercies, in thy houfe 

•*■ Smile on our homage, and our vows j 
While with a grateful heart we (hare 
Thefe pledges of our Saviour's care. 

2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rofe 
In fplendid triumph o'er his foes, 
Scatter'd his gifts on men below, 
And wide his royal bounties flow. 

3 Hence fprung th' apojlhs honor'd name, 
Sacred beyond heroic fame; 

In lowlier forms to blefs our eyes, 
Paflors from hence, and teachers rife. 



4 From Chrtft their varied gifts derive, 
And fed by Chr'ijl their graces live : 
While, guarded by his potent hand, 
'Midft all the rage of hell they ltand. 

5 So fhall the bright fuccefiion run 
Thro' the laft courfes of the fun ; 
While unborn churches by their care 
Shall rife and flourifh large and fair. 

6 Jefus our Lord, their hearts (hall know, 
The fpring, whence all thefe bleffings How : 
Pajlors and peoph fhout his praife 

Thro* the long round of endlefs days. 


On fending a Member Into the Work of the Mimflry* — 
Ifaiah'j ObedLyice to the heavenly Vifion, Ifa. vi. 8. 

1 /^\UR God afcends his lofty throne, 
^-^ Array'd in majefty unknown ; 
His luftre all the temple fills, 

And fpreads o'er all th' ethereal hills. 

2 The holy, holy, holy Lord, 
By all the feraphlm ador'd, 

And, while they ltand beneath his feat, 
They veil their faces, and their feet. 

3 Lord> how can finful lips proclaim 
The honors of fo great a name ? 

O for thine altar's glowing coal 
To touch his lips, to fire his foul ! 
4. Then, if a mefTenger thou afk 
A laborer for the hardert taflc, 
Thro' all his weaknefs and his fear, 
Love (hall reply, " Thy fervant's here." 

* If fung on any other occafion, " his,'' in the three laft 
verfes, may be exchanged for " my." 

409, 4 To « THE CHURCH* 
5 Nor let his willing foul complain, 
Tho' every effort feem in vain ; 
It ample recompence fhall be, 
But to have wrought, O God, for thee. 

CCCCIX. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Seeking Direction in the Choice of a Pajlor. 

1 CHEPHERD of Ifrael, bend thine ear, 
^ Thy fervants' groans indulgent hear ; 
Perplex'd, diftrefs'd, to thee we cry, 
And feek the guidance of thine eye. 

2 Send forth, O Lord, thy truth and light, 
To guide our doubtful footlleps right: 
Our drooping hearts, O God, fuftain, 
Nor let us feek thy face in vain. 

3 Return, in ways of peace return, 
Nor let thy flock neglected mourn ; 
May our blefs'd eyes a fhepherd fee, 
Dear to our fouls, and dear to thee ! 

CCCCX. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Watching for Souls. /In Ordination Hymn, 
Heb. xiii. 17. 

1 T ET Sion's watchmen all awake, 
-*- J And take the alarm they give ; 
Now let them, from the mouth of God, 

Their awful charge receive. 

2 'Tis not a caufe of fmall import, 

The payor's care demands ; 
But what might fill an angel's heart, 
And fill'd a Saviour's hands. 

3 They watch for fouls, for which the Lord 

Did heavenly blifs forego ; 
For fouls, which rauft for ever live, 
In raptures, or in woe. 


4 All to the great tribunal hafte, 

Th' account to render there ; 
And fhouldfr. thou (triclly mark our faults, 
Lord, where mould we appear ! 

5 May they, that Jefui whom they preach, 

Their oivn Redeemer fee, 
And watch thou daily o'er their fouls, 
That they may watch for thee. 

CCCCXI. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

The Goodnefs of Gob acknowledged in giving Pajlcvs 
after hh onvn heart, Jer. iii. 15*. 

At the Settlement of a Minijler. 

1 OHEPHERD of 7f/W, thou doft keep 
^ With conftant care, thy humble fneep; 
By thee inferior pallor's rife 

To feed our fouls, and blefs our eyes. 

2 To all thy churches fuch impart, 
Model'd by thy own gracious heart ; 
Whofe courage, watchfuinefs and love 
Men may atteft, and God approve. 

3 Fed by their active tender care, 
Healthful may all thy fheep appear ; 
And, by their fair example led, 
The way to Zion's paflure tread ! 

4 Here had: thou liflened to our vows, 
And fcatter'd bleifings on thy houfe ; 
Thy faints are fuccor'd, and no more 
As fheep without a guide deplore. 

5 Completely heal each former ftroke, 
And blefs the fhepherd and the flock ; 
Confirm the hopes thy mercies raife, 
And own this tribute of our praife. 

* Sec Hymn ccccvii. and Affociation Hymns. 

412,413* THE CHURCH. 

CCCCXI1. CM. Dr. Doddridge. 
Christ'.; Care of Miniflers and Churches, Rev. ii. t. 

1 "\X7"E blefs the eternal fource of light, 

* * Who makes the (tars to mine ; 
And, thro' this dark beclouded world, 
Diffufeih rays divine. 

2 We blefs the churches fovereign King, 

Whofe golden lamps we are ; 
Fix'd in the temples of his love 
To mine with radiance fair. 

3 Still be our purity preferv'd ; 

Still fed with oil the flame ; 

And in deep characters infcrib'd 

Our h^ivenly mailer's name. 

4 Then, while between our ranks he walks, 

And all our (tate furveys, 
His fmiles mall with new luftre deck 
The people of his praife. 


On the dangerous IUnefs of a Mlnijler. 

1 /^ THOU, before whofe gracious throne, 
^-^ We bow our fuppliant fpirits down, 
View the fad bread, the dreaming eye, 
And let our forrows pierce the iky. 

2 Thou know'ft the anxious cares we feel, 
And all our trembling lips would tell, 
Thou only canft affuage our grief, 
And yield our woe-fraught heart relief. 

3 Tho' we have finn'd and juftly dread 
The vengeance hovering o'er our head ; 
Yet, Power benign, thy fervant fpare, 
Nor turn afide thy people's prayer. 



4 Avert thy fwift defcending droke, 
Nor fmite the (he;. herd of the flock, 
Left o'er the barren wade we (hay, 
To prowling wolves an eafy prey. 

5 Redore him finking to the grave, 
Stretch out thine arm, make hade to fave ; 
Back to our hopes and willies give, 

And bid our friend and father live. 

C Bound to each foul by tendered ties, 
In every bread his image lies ; 
Thy pitying aid, O Geo 1 , impart, 
Nor rend him from each bleeding heart. 

7 Yet if our fupplication? fail, 

And prayers and tears can naught prevail, 
Condemn'd on this dark defert coad, 
To moarn our much-lov'd leader loft : 

8 Be thou his drength, be thou his day, 
Support him thro' the gloomy way, 
Comfort his foul, furround his bed, 
And guide him thro' the dreary made* 

9 Around him may thy angels wait, 
Deck'd with their robes of heavenly date. 
To teach his happy foul to rife, 

And waft him to his native ikies. 


At a Mhujlcr's leaving his People. — Paul's farewell 
Charge, Acts xx. 26, 27. 

I "\T7"HEN Paul was parted from his friends, 
* * It was a weeping day ; 
But Jefus made them all amends, 
And wip'd their tears away. 
X X 


2 In heaven they meet again with joy 

(Secure no more to part) 
Where praifes every tongue employ, 
And pleafure fills each heart. 

3 Thus all the preachers of his grace 

Their children foon fhall meet; 
Together fee their Saviour's face, 
And worfhip at his feet. 

4 But they who heard the word in vain, 

Tho' oft and plainly warn'd ; 
Will tremble when they meet again 
The miniders they fcorn'd. 

5 On your own heads your blood will fall 

If any perifh here ; 
The preachers who have told you all 
Shall ftand approv'd and clear. 

6 Yet, Lord, to fave themfeives alone, 

Is not their utmoit view ; 
O ! hear their prayer, thy meffage own, 
And fave their hearers too. 


The People's Prayer for their Mintjler. 

TT7ITH heavenly power, O Lord, defend 
v * Him whom we -now to thee commend ; 
His perfon blefs, his foul fecure, 
And make him to the end endure. 

Gird him with all-fufhcient grace, 
Direct his feet in paths of peace ; 
Thy truth and faithfulnefs fulfil, 
And help him to obey thy will. 

THE CHURCH. 4 1 6. 

3 Before him thy protection fend ; 
O love him, five him to the end ! 
Nor let him, as thy pilgrim, rove 
Without the convoy of thy love. 

4 Enlarge, enflame, and fill his heart, 
In him thy mighty power exert : 
That thoufands yet unborn may praife 
The wonders of redeeming "race. 

CCCCXVI. L. M. Dn. Gibbons. 
The Pajhr's Wtfi for his People*, Phil. iv. I. 

1 1V/TY brethren, from my heart belov'd, 
±y±. Whofe welfare fills my daily care, 
My prefent joy, my future crown, 

The word of exhortation hear. 

2 Stand fad upon the folid rock, 
Of the Redeemer's righteoufnefs, 
Adorn the gofpel with your lives, 
And praclife what your lips profefs. 

3 With pleafure meditate the hour, 
When he, defcending from the fides, 
Shall bid your bodies, mean and vile, 
In his all-glorious image rife. 

4 Glory in his dear, honor'd name, 
To him inviolably cleave ; 

Your all he purchas'd bv his blood, 
Nor let him lefs than all receive. 

5 Such is your payor's faithful charge, 
Whofe foul defires not youi's, but you, 
O may he at the Lord's right-hand, 
Himfelf and all his people view ! 

* Given out at Dr. Gibbons's Meeting- Houfe, July 21, 
178s ; when the place was to be fhut up for repair. 
X X 2 




At a Choice of Deacons, I Tim. iii. 8 — 13. 

1 Tj^AIR Sion's King, we fuppliant bow, 
-^ And hail the grace thy church enjoys; 
Her holy deacons are thy own, 

With all the gifts thy love employs. 

2 Up to thy throne, we lift our eyes, 
For bleflings to attend our choice* - , 
Of fuch whofe generous, prudent zeal 
Shall make thy favor'd ways rejoice. 

3 Happy in Jefus their own Lord, 
May they his facred table fpread, 
The table of their paftor fill, 
And fill the holy poor with bread ! 

4. [When paflor, faints, and poor they ferve, 
May their own hearts with grace be crown'd 1 
While patience, fympathy, and joy 
Adorn, and thro' their lives abound.] 

5 By purefl love to Cbrifi, and truth, 
O may they win a good degree 

Of boldnefs in the chriftian faith, 
And meet the fmile of thine and thee I 

6 And when the work to them aflign'd — 
The work of love is fully done, 

Call them from ferving tables here, 
To fit around thy glorious throne. 

* If this Hymn be fung before the choice, then thefecond 
line of the fecond verfe may ftand thus, 

" For wifdom to direct our choice." 


CCCCXVIII. 8.7. CarlifTe Tune. 

Ghriotu Things fpohn of Zion the City of God, 
Ifaiah xxxiii. 20, 21. 

1 r^ LORIOUS things of thee aie fpoken, 
^ Jr Zion's city of our God! 

He, whofe word canno ( t be broken, 
Form'd thee for his own abode : 
On the rock of ages founded, 
What can fhake thy fure repofe ? 
With falvation's walls furrounded 
Thou may'ft fmile at all thy foes. 

2 [See ! the ftreams of living waters 
Springing from eternal love, 

Well fupply thy fons and daughters, 
And all fear of want remove : 
Who can faint while fuch a river 
Ever flows their third t'afluage ? 
Grace, which like the Lord, the giver, 
Never fails from age to age. 

3 Round each habitation hovering 
See the cloud and fire appear ! 
For a glory and a covering, 
Shewing that the Lord is near : 
Thus deriving from their banner 
Light by night and fhade by day ; 
Safe they feed upon the manna 
Which he gives them when they pray.] 

4 Blell inhabitants of Zion, 
Wafh'd in the Redeemer's blood ! 
Jtfus, whom their fouls rely on, 
Makes them kings and priefts to God: 
'Tis his love his people raifes 

Over felf to reign as kings, 
And as priefts, his folemn praifes 
Each for a thank-offering brings, 

41 9* THE CHURCH 5 

5 Saviour > if on Zion's city 

I thro* grace a member am ; 

Let the world deride or pity, 

I will glory in thy name: 

Fading is the worldling's pleafare, 

All his boalred pomp and (how ! 

Solid joys and lafting treafure, 

None but Zion's children know. 


The Increafe of the Church promlfed amd pleaded \ 
Pfalm ii. 8. 

1 "pATHER, is not thy promife pledg'd 
-*■ To thine exalted Son, 

That thro' the nations of the earth 
Thy word of life mall run ? 

2 " Afk, and I give the heathen lands 

" For thine inheritance, 
" And to the world's remotefr. mores 
" Thine empire (hail advance." 

3 Haft thou not faid the blinded Jews 

Shall their Redeemer own ; 
While Gentiles to his ftandard crowd, 
And bow before his throne ? 

4. [When (hall th' untutor'd Indian tribes, 
A dark bewilder'd race, 
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet, 
And learn and feel his grace.] 

5 Are not all kingdoms, tribes, and tongues^ 
Under th' expanfe of heaven, 
To the dominion of thy Son, 
Without exemption given ? 


6 From eaO: to weft, from north to fouth, 

Then be his name ador'd ! 
Europe, with all thy millions, fhout 
Hofannahs to thy Lord! 

7 Afia and Africa, refound 

From fhore to fhore his fame: 
And thou, America, in fongs 
Redeeming love proclaim ! 


Prayer for Mlffionaries . 

^ REAT God, the nations of the earth 
^- 3r Are by creation thine; 
And in thy works by all beheld, 
Thy radiant glories mine. 

But, Lord, thy greater love has fent 

Thy gofpel to mankind, 
Unveiling what rich ftores of grace 

Are treafur'd in thy mind. 

Lord, when mail thefe glad tidings fpread 

The fpacious earth around, 
'Till every tribe, and every Ibul 

Shall hear the joyful found : 

O when fhall Afnc\ fable fons 

Enjoy the heavenly word, 
And vaiTals long-enflav'd become 

The freedmen of the Lord? 

When mail th' untutor'd heathen tribe, 

A dark bewilder'd race, 
Sit down at our ImmanuePz feet, 

And learn and fee his grace ? 


6 Hade, fovereign mercy, and transform 

Their cruelty to love ; 

Soften the tyger to a lamb, 

The vulture to a dove ! 

7 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt 

To fpread the gofpel's rays, 
And build on fin's demolinVd throne 
The temples of thy praife ! 


Longing for the Latter Day Glory. 

i TTOW many years has man been driven 
-*- ■*■ Far off from happinefs and heaven ? 
When wilt thou, gracious Lord, reftore 
Thy wandering church, to roam no more? 

2 Six thoufand years are nearly pad 
Since Adam from thy fight was cart ; 
And ever fince, his fallen race, 
From age to age are void of grace. 

3 When will the happy trump proclaim 
The judgment of the martyr'd Lamb ? 
When (hall the captive troops be free. 
And keep th' eternal Jubilee ! 

4 Haften it, Lord, in every land, 
Send thou thine angels and command ; 
•* Go found deliverance ; loudly blow 
" Salvation to the faints below !" 

5 We want to have the day appear ! 
The promis'd great fabbatic year, 
When, far from grief, and fin, and hell, 
Ifrael in ceafelefs peace mail dwell. 


6 'Till then, we will not let thee reft, 
Thou (till /halt hear our ftrong requeft ; 
And this our daily prayer (hall be, 
Lord, found the trump of Jubilee. 

CCCCXXTI. 1 1 2th. 

Gentiles Praying for Jews, Rom. xi. I, 2, 25, 26. 

1 "pATHER of faithful Abra'm, hear 
■*■ Our earneft fuit for Abra'ms, feed ; 
Juftly they claim the fofteft prayer 

From us adopted in their ftead : 
Who mercy thro* their fall obtain, 
And Chrijl by their rejection gain. 

2 Outcafts from thee, and fcatter'd wide 

Thro' every nation under heaven, 
Blafpheming whom they crucify'd, 

Unfav'd, unpity'd, unforgiv'n ; 
Branded like Cain, they bear their load, 
Abhor'd of men, and curs'd of God. 

3 But haft thou finally forfook, 

For ever caft thy own away ? 
Wilt thou not bid the murderers look 

On him they piere'd, and weep and pray ? 
Yes, gracious Lord, thy word is paft : 
« All Ifrael (hall be fav'd at laft." 

4 Come then, thou great deliverer, come ; 

The veil from Jacob's heart remove, 
Receive thy ancient people home, 

That, quicken'd by thy dying love, 
The world may their reception view, 
And fhout to God, the glory due. 

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CCCCXXIII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Spiritual AJfociations reglflertd tn Heaven; or, God*/ 
gracious Approbation of atlive Attempts to revive 
Religion, Mai. iii. 16, 17. 

1 THHE Lord on mortal worms looks down 

•*■ From his celeiHal throne ; 
And, when the wicked fwarm around, 
He well difcerns his own. 

2 He fees the tender hearts that mourn 

The fcandals of the times ; 

And join their efforts to oppofe 

The wide prevailing crimes. 

3 Low to the fecial band he bows 

His (lill-attentive ear; 
And, while his angels fing around, 
Delights their voice to hear. 

4 The chronicles of heaven {hall keep 

Their words in tranfcript fair : 
In the Redeemer's book of life 
Their names recorded are. 

5 " Yes (faith the Lord) the world mall know 

" Thefe humble fouls are mine : 
" Thefe, when my jewels I produce, 
" Shall in full iuttre mine. 

6 " When deluges of fiery wrath 

" My foes away fliall bear, 
" That hand which ftrikes the wicked thro*, 
" Shall all my children fpare." 

* See alio Hymns 403 — 406, 41a — 412. 


CCCCXXIV. L. M. B. Francis. 

M'tnijlers abounding in the Work of the Lop.ia 

I "DEFORE thy throne, eternal King, 
■*-* Thy miniders their tribute tying, 
Their tribute of united praife 
For heavenly news and peaceful day.. 

1 We fing the conquers of thy fvvord, 
And publifti loud thy healing word : 
While angels found thy glorious name, 
Thy faving grace our lips proclaim. 

3 Thy various fervice we efteem 

Our fweet employ, our blifs fupreme ; 
And, while we feel thy heavenly love, 
We burn like feraphim above. 

4 Nor feraphs there can ever raife 
With us, an equal fong of praife : 
They are the noblelt work of God> 
But we, the purchafe of his blood. 

5 Still in thy work would we abound ; 

Still prune the vine, or plough the ground : 
Thy fheep with wholefome pafture feed, 
And watch them with unwearied heed. 

6 Thou art our Lord, our life, ..our love, 
Our care below, and crown above: 
Thy praife mall be our belt employ, 
Thy prefence our eternal joy. 

CCCCXXV. CM. Dr. Doddridge. 
Love/l thou me? feed my Lambs, John xxL 15. 

1 T\0 not I love thee, O my Lord? 
■*-^ Behold my heart, and fee ; 
And turn each curfed idol out, 
That dares to rival thee. 
Y y 2 


2 Do not I love thee from my foul ? 

Then let me nothing love ; 

Dead be my heart to every joy, 

When Jefus cannot move. 

3 Is not thy name melodious ftill 

To mine attentive ear ? 
Doth not each pulfe with pleafurc bound 
My Saviour's voice to hear? 

4 [Haft thou a Iamb in all thy flock, 

I would difdain to feed ? 
Haft thou a foe, before whofe face 
I fear thy caufe to plead ? 

5 Would not mine ardent fpirit vie 

With angels round the throne, 
To execute thy facred will, 
And make thy glory known ? 

6 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 

In honor of thy name ? 
And challenge the cold hand of death 
To damp th J immortal flame ?] 

7 Thou know'ft I love thee, deareft Lord, 

But, O ! I long to foar 
Far from the fphere of mortal joys, 
And learn to love thee more. 


CCCCXXVI. L. M. Beddome: 

Prayer for Miniflers. 

3 T^ATHER of mercies, bow thine ear, 
•*■ Attentive to our earneft prayer j 
We plead for thofe who plead for thee, 
Succefsful pleaders may they be ! 


2 How great their work, how vafi their charge ! 
Do thuu their anxious fouls enlarge ; 

Their beft acquirements are ourgain, 
We fnare the bleflings they obtain. 

3 Clothe then with energy divine 

Their words, and let thofe words be thine ; 
To them thy facred truth reveal, 
Suppreis their fear, inflame their zeal. 

4 Teach them to fow the precious {cQd f 
Teach them thy chofen flock to feed : 
Teach them immortal fouls to gain — 
Souls that will well reward their pain. 

5 Let thronging multitudes around, 
Hear from their lips the joyful found $ 
In humble (trains thy grace implore, 
And feel thy new-creating power. 

6 Let finners break their mafiy chains, 
DiflrefTed fouls forget their pains ; 

Let light thro' diftant realms be fpread, 
And Zion rear her drooping head. 

CCCCXXVII. 8. 7. 4. Altered by Ryland Jun. 

Prayer for a Revival, 

1 O AVIOUR, vifit thy plantation, 
^ Grant us Lord, a gracious rain ; 
All will come to defolation, 

Unlefs thou return again : 
Lord, revive us, 
All our help muft come from thee. 

2 Keep no longer at a diftance 

Shine upon us from on high : 
Left, for want of thine affifrance, 

Every plant mould droop and die : Lerd } &c> 


3 Surely once thy garden flourilh'd 

Every part look'd gay and green ; 
Then thy word our fpirits nourifh'd, 

Happy feafons we have feen ! Lord, 8cc. 

4 [But a drought has fmce facceeded, 

And a fad decline we fee ; 
Lord, thy help is greatly needed, 

Help can only come from thee : Lord, &c. 

5 Where are thofe we counted leaders, 

Fill'd with zeal and love, and truth ? 
Old profeffors, tall as cedars, 

Bright examples to our youth ! Lord, &c. 

6 Some in whom we once delighted, 

We mail meet no more below, 
Some, alas ! we fear are blighted, 

Scarce a fingle leaf they mow : Lord, &c, 

7 Younger plants—the fight how pleafant, 

Cover'd thick with bloffoms flood ; 
But they caufe us grief at prefent, 

Frofts have nipp'd them in the bud ! Lord, &c. 

8 Deareft Saviour, haflen hither, 

Thou canft make them bloom again ; 
Oh, permit them not to wither, 

Let not all our hopes be vain : Lord, Sec. 

9 Let our mutual love be fervent, 

Make us prevalent in prayers ; 
Let each one efleemM thy fervant, 
Shun the worlds bewitching fnares : Lord, &c. 

i o Break the tempter's fatal power, 

Turn the ftony heart to flefli ; 
And begin from this good hour, 

To revive thy work a freih : 
Lord, revive us, 
All our help muft come from thec. 


CCCCXXVIII. 8.7.4. Kentucky Tune. 
Longing for the fpread of the G of pel. 

1 /^V'ER the gloomy hilis of darknefs, 
^-^ Look, my foul, be fliil and gaze, 
All the promifes do travail 

With a glorious day of grace ; 
BleiTed Jubilee, 
Let thy glorious morning dawn. 

2 Let the Indian, let the negro, 

Let the rude Barbarian fee, 
That divine and glorious conquefl, 

Once obtain'd on Calvary ; 
Let the gofpei 
Lound refound from pole to pole. 

3 Kingdoms wide that fit in darknefs, 

Grant them, Lord, the glorious light, 
And from ealiern coaft to welter n, 

May the morning chafe the night, 
And redemption 
Freely purchas'd, win the day. 

4 May the glorious day approaching, 

From eternal darknefs dawn 
And the everlafting gofpei 

Spread abroad thy holy name ; 
All the borders 
Of the great hnmanuel's land. 

5 Fly abroad, thou mighty gofpei, 

Win and conquer, never ceafe j 
May thy lading wide dominions 

Multiply and dill increafe ; 
Sway thy fceptre, 
Saviour, all the workj around. 

4^9, 43°' THE CHURCH. 
CCCCXXIX. L. M. GloucefterTune. Beddomk. 
The Increafe of the Church. 

1 CHOUT, for the blerTed Jefus reigns, 

^ Thro' diftant lands his triumphs fpread : 
And Tinners, freed from endlefs pains, 
Own him their Saviour, and their head. 

2 His fons, and daughters, from afar, 
Daily at Sion's gate arrive ; 
Thc r e who were dead in fin before 
By iovereign grace are made alive. 

3 Oppreffors bow beneath his feet, 
O'ercome by his victorious power : 
Princes in humble pofiure wait, 

And proud blafphemer's learn t' adore. 

4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey, 
Nations remote their offerings bring, 
And, unconitrain'd, their homage pay 
To their exalted God and King. 

5 O may his conquefts ftill increafe, 
And every foe his power fubdue ; 
While angels celebrate his praife, 
And faints his growing glories ihew. 

6 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb, 
From all below and all above ; 
In lofty fongs, exalt his name, 
In fongs, as lading as his love. 

CCCCXXX. 148th. Carter Lane Tune, S 

The Increafe of the Mejtah's Kingdom. 
1 A LL hail, incarnate God\ 

-*- *• The wondrous things foretold 

Of thee in facred writ 

With joy our eyes behold ; 
Still does thine arm new trophies wear, 
And monuments of glory rear. 


2 To thee the hoary head 
Its filver honors pays 

To thee the blooming youth 

Devotes his bright eft days : 
And every age their tribute bring, 
And bow to thee, all-conquering King. 

3 O hafte, victorious Prince, 
That happy glorious day, 
When fouls, like drops of dew, 
Shall own thy gentle fvvay : 

may it blefs our longing eyes, 
And bear our fhouts beyond the Ikies. 

4 All hail triumphant Lord, 
Eternal be thy reign ; 
Behold the nations fue 
To wear thy gentle chain : 

When earth and time are known no more 
Thy throne mail Hand for ever fure. 

CCCCXXXI. 148th. 

The compkat'mg of the fpiritual Temple^ Zech. W. 7. 

1 C ING to the Lord above, 

^ Who deigns on earth to raife 

A temple to his love, 

A monument of praife: 
Ye faints around, thro' all its frame, 
Harmonious found the builder's name. 

2 Beneath his eye and care 
The edifice (hall rife 
Majeftic, ftrong and fair, 
And (hine above the fkies : 

There mail he place the pclifh'd (lone 
Ordain'd the v/ork of grace to crown. 

z z 



CCCCXXXII. 8. 7. Jewin Street Tune. 
B. Francis. 

At a Colleftion for poor Mhijlers. 

T) RAISE the Saviour, all ye nations, 
■*■ Praife him, all ye hods above ; 
Shout, with joyful acclamations, 
His divine victorious love: 
Be his kingdom now promoted, 
Let the earth her monarch know ; 
Be my all to him devoted, 
To my Lord my all I owe. 

See how beauteous on the mountains 
.Are their feet, whofe grand defign 
Is to guide us to the fountains, 
That o'erflow with blifs divine, — 
Who proclaim the joyful tidings 
Of falvation all around, — 
Difregard the world's deridings, 
And in works of love abound. 

With my fubftance I will honor 
My Redeemer and my Lord; 
Were ten thoufand worlds my manor, 
All were nothing to his word : 
While the heralds of falvation 
His abounding grace proclaim, 
Let his friends of every ftation 
Gladly join to fpread his fame. 

COLLECTIONS. 433>434» 

CCCCXXXIIT. C. M, Da. Doddridge. 
Reaving Christ in his Members % Matt. xxv. 4.6. 

1 JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace J 

^ Thy bounties how complete ! 
How (hall I count the matchlefs fum ? 
How pay the mighty debt ? 

2 High on a throne of radiant light 

Doll: thou exalted fliine ; 
What can my poverty befrow, 
When all the worlds are thine ? 

3 But thou haft brethren here below, 

The partners of thy grace ; 
And wilt confefs their humble names 
Before thy Father's face. 

4 In them thou may'ft be cloth'd and fed, 

And vilited and cheer'd ; 
And in their accents of diftrefs, 
My Saviour's voice is heard. 

5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love, 

We in thy poor would fee ; 
O let us rather beg our bread 
Than keep it back from thee. 

Of thine own we have given thee, I Chron. xxix. 14. 

1 r P"HE Lord, who rules the world's affairs, 

-*- For me a weil-fpread board prepares ; 
My grateful thanks to him fliall rife, 
He knows my wants, thofe wants fupplies. 

2 And mall I grudge to give his poor 
A mite from all my generous (tore ? 

No, Lord! the friends of thine and thee, 
Shall always find a friend in me. 
Z Z 2 

4J5» 43^' THE CHURCH. 

CCCCXXXV. L. M. Dr. Gibbons. 

The Beneficence of Christ for our Imitation r 
Atfs x. 38. 

1 "\TTHEN Jefus dwelt in mortal clay, 

? * What were his works from day to day, 
But miracles of power and grace, 
That fpread falvation through our race I 

2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view 
Thy pattern, and thy fleps purfue ; 
Let alms beftow'd, let kindnefs done 
Be witnefs'd by each rolling fun. 

3 That man may lafl, but never lives, 
Who much receives, but nothing gives, 
Whom none can love, whom none can thank ; 
Creation's blot, creation's blank : 

4 But he, who marks from day to day r 
In generous acts his radiant 'way, 
Treads the fame path his Saviour trod, 
The path to glory and to God. 

CCCCXXXVI. C. M. Bath Chapel Tune. 
Providing Bags that wax not old, Luke xii. 33. 

1 "V^ES, there are joys that cannot die, 

-*• With God laid up in (tore ; 
Treafure beyond the changing Iky, 
Brighter than golden ore. 

2 The feeds, which piety and love 

Have fcatter'd here below, 
In the fair, fertile fields above 

To ample harvefls grow. 
The mite, my willing hands can give, 

At Jefus' feet I lay ; 
Grace mail the humble gift receive, 

And grace at large repay. 


CCCCXXXVII. S. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Pra'ife for Conver/ion, PfaJm lxvi. 16. 

COME, ye that fear the Lord, 
And lillen while I tell, 
How narrowly my feet efcap'd 
The fnares of death and hell. 

\ The flatt'ring joys of fenfe 
AfTail'd my foolifh heart, 
While fatan, with malicious fkill, 
Guided the poifonous dart. 

; I fell beneath the flroke, 
But fell to rife again ; 
My anguifh rous'd me into life, 
And pleafure fprung from pain. 

Darknefs, and fhame, and grief 
Opprefs'd my gloomy mind ; 
I look'd around me for relief, 
But no relief could find. 

At length, to God I cry'd ; 
He heard my plaintive figh, 
He heard, and inftantly he fent 
Salvation from on high. 

i My drooping head he rais'd, 
My bleeding wounds he heal'd, 
Pardon'd my fins, and with a fmiie 
The gracious pardon feal'd. 

I O ! may I ne'er forget 
The mercy of my God; 
Nor ever want a tongue to fpread 
His loudeft praifc abroad. 

438, 439* TH£ CHURCH. 
CCCCXXXVIII. C. M. Bath Chapel Tune. 

The Converfwn of Sinners a Matter for Prayer and 

1 r ~PHERE , s joy in heaven, and joy on earth, 

"*■ When prodigals return, 
To fee defponding fouls rejoice, 
And haughty finners mourn. 

2 " Come faints, and hear what God hath done," 

Is a reviving fo^und : 

may it fpread from fea to fea, 
E'en all the globe around. 

3 Often, O fovereign Lord, renew 

The wonders of this day ; 
That Jefus here may fee his feed, 
And fatan lofe his prey. 

4 Great God, the work is all thine own, 

Thine be the praifes too, 
Let every heart and every tongue 
Give thee the glory due. 

CCCCXXXIX. C. M. Newton. 

Apofiacy — Will ye alfo go aivay? 
1 TITHEN any turn from Zion's way, 
v ' (Alas i what numbers do !) 
Methinks I hear my Saviour fay, 
" Wilt thou forfake me too r" 

t Ah, Lord! with fuch a heart as mine, 
Unlefs thou hold me faft ; 

1 feel I muft, I (hall decline, 

And prove like them at lafi:. 

3 Yet thou alone haft power, I know, 
To fave a wretch like me : 
To whom, or whither, could I go, 
If I fhould turn from thee ? 


4 Beyond a doubt I reft afTur'd 

Thou art the Chrijl of God; 
Who haft eternal life fecur'd 
By promife and by blood. 

5 The help of men and angels join'd, 

Could never reach my cafe ; 
Nor can I hope relief to find, 
But in thy boundlefs grace. 

6 No voice but thine can give me reft, 

And bid my fears depart ; 
No love but thine can make me blefs'd, 
And fatisfy my heart. 

7 What anguifli has that queftion ftirrd, 

If I will alfo go ? 
Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, 
I humbly anfwer, No ! 

CCCCXL. L. M. Paul's Tune. Steele. 

To tvhomfoall ive go hut unto thee ? or, Life and 
Safety in Christ alone, John vi. 67 — 69. 

1 ' I 'HOU only fovereign of my heart, 

■*■ My refuge, my almighty friend — 
And can my foul from thee depart, 
On whom alone my hopes depend ? 

2 Whither, ah ! whither (hall I go, 

A wretched wanderer from my Lord ? i 
Can this dark world of fin and woe 
One glimpfe of happinefs afford ? 

3 Eternal life thy words impart, 
On thefe my fainting fpirit lives, 
Here fweeter comforts cheer my heart 
Than aU the round of nature gives.. 

443* BAPTISM. 

5 Thus the Eternal Father fpoke, 

Who fliakes creation with a nod ; 
Thro* parting fkies the accents broke,. 

And bid us hear the Son of God; 
O hear the awful word to-day, 
Hear all ye nations, and obey ! 

CCCCXLIII. L. M. J. Stennett. 

A Bapt'ifmal Hymn* 

i r jPHE great Redeemer we adore, 

* Who came the loir, to feek and fave ; 
Went humbly down from Jordan's fhore, 
To find a tomb beneath its wave ! 

2 " Thus it becomes us to fulfil 

" All righteoufhefs," he meekly faid ; 
Why fliould we then to do his will, 
Or be amam'd, or be afraid ? 

3 With thee into thy watery tomb, 
Lord, 'tis our glory to defcend ; 

'Tis wondrous grace that gives us room, 
To lie interr'd by fuch a friend. 

4 Yet as the yielding waves give way, 
To let us fee the light again ; 

So on the refurreclion day, 

The bands of death prov'd weak and vain. 

5 Thus when thou (halt again appear, 
The gates of death lhall open wide, 
Our dull tby mighty voice ihall hear, 
And rife and triumph at thy fide. 

BAPTISM. 444, 445, 

CCCCXLIV. 8. 8. 6. Norman. 
yj&iu ;'/ bscowctb us, Sec. Matt. iii. 15. 

1 r J''HUS it became the Prince of grace, 

■*• And thus mould all the favor'd race 
High heaven's command fulfil ; 
For that the condefcending God 
Should lead his followers thro' the flood, 
Was heaven's eternal will. 

2 'Tis not as led by cuftom's voice, 

We make thefe ways our favor'd choice, 

And thus with zeal purfuei 
No ; heaven's eternal fovereign Lord 
Has, in the precepts of his word, 

Enjoin'd us thus to do. 

3 And (hall we ever dare defpife 
The gracious mandate of the flues, 

Where condefcending heaven, 
To finful man's apoftate race, 
In matchlefs love and boundiefs grace, 

His will reveal'd has given ? 

4 Thou everlafting gracious King, 
Afiift us now thy grace to fing, 

And Hill .direct our way, 
To thofe bright real ns of peace and reft, 
Where all th' exulting tribe? are blefs'd 

With one great choral day. 

CCCCXLV. 8. 7. Welfh Tune. Fawcett. 
Invitation tofoflotu ihi j Lamb. 

1 TTUMBLE fouls, who feek falvation, 
■*•-*■ Thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood, 
Hear the voice of revelation, 
Tread tbs path that Jcfus trod, 
q A 2 

44-6» BAPTISM. 

Flee to him your only Saviour, 

In his mighty name confide ; 
In the whole of your behavior 

Own him as your fovereign guide : 

2 Hear the blefs'd Redeemer call you, 

Liilen to his gracious voice ; 
Dread no ills that can befall you, 

While you make his ways your choice: 
jfefus fays, " Let each believer 

" Be baptized in my name ;" 
He himfelf in Jordan's river, 

Was immers'd beneath the itream. 

3 Plainly here his footfleps tracing, 

Follow him without delay ; 
Gladly his command embracing, 

Lo ! your Captain leads the way : 
View the rite with underdanding ; 

Jefus* grave before you lies ; 
Be interr'd at his commanding, 

After his example rife. 

CCCCXLVI. Charmouth Tune. C. M. 

The Believer conjl rained by the love of Christ to 
follow him. 

1 TH^EAR Lord, and will thy pardoning love 
■**'* Embrace a wretch fo vile ! 

Wilt thou my load of guilt remove, 
And biefs me with thy fmile ! 

2 Had thou the crofs for me endur'd, 

And all its mame defpis'd ? 
And ihall I be afham'd, O Lord, 
With thee to be baptii'd ? 

BAPTISM. 447, 

3 Did ft thou the great example lead, 

In Jordan's fwelling flood ? 

And mall my pride difdain the deed 
That's worthy of my God? 

4 Dear Lord, the ardor of thy love 

Reproves my cold delays : 
And now my willing footiteps move 
In thy delightful ways. 

CCCCXLVII. C. M. Devizes Tune. 
Ryland, junior. 

Difficulties, in the Way of Duty, funnounted — Hinder 
me not, Gen. XXIV. 56 * '. 

1 TTT7HEN Abram's fervant to procure 

* A wife for Ifaac went 

He met Rebekah — told his wifh, — 
Her parents gave confent. 

2 Yet for ten days they urg'd the man 

His journey to delay ; 
81 Hinder me not" he quick reply'd, 
" Since God hath crown'd my way." 

3 'Twas thus I cry'd, when Chrijl the Lord, 

My foul to him did wed ; 

" Hinder me not, nor friends nor foes, 
" Since God my way hath fped." 

4 <; Stay," fays the world, V and tafte awhile 

" My every pleafant fweet;" 

" Hinder me net" my foul replies, 

M Becaufe the way is great." 

5 M Stay," fatan my old matter cries, 

M Or force iliall thee detain ;" 
" Hinder me not, I will be gone, 
M My GWhas broke thy chain.]" 

* This Hymn may begin at the 6th verife. 

44-8- BAPTISM. 

6 In all my Lord's appointed way?, 

My journey I'll purfue ; 
Hinder me not, ye much-lov'd faints, 
For I mud go with you. 

7 Thro' floods and flames, if J^x lead, 

I'll follow where he goes ; 

Hinder me not, mail be my cry, 

Tho' earth and hell oppofe. 

3 Thro' duty, and thro' trials too 

I'll go at his command ; 

Hinder me not, for I am bound, 

To my ImmanucVs land. 

9 And when my Saviour calls me home, 
Still this my cry fhall be, 
Hinder me not, come welcome death, 
I'll gladly go with thee. 

CCCCXLVItl. C. M. J. Stennett. 


i ^PHUS was the great Redeemer plung'd, 
-*■■ In Jordan's -fwelling flood ? 
To fhew he mud be foon baptiz'd, 
In tears, and fweat, and blood. 

2 Thus was his facred body laid 

Beneath the yielding wave, 
Thus was his facred body rais'd 
Out of the liquid grave. 

3 Lord, we thy precepts would obey, 

In thy own footfteps tread ; 
Would die, be buried, rife with thee, 
Our ever-living head. 

BAPTISM. 449, 450* 

CCCCXLIX. 8. 7. Northampton Chapel Tune- 
Burled with Christ in Bapt'ifm, Rom. vi. 4. 

JESUS, mighty king in Sion ! 
Thou alone our guide (halt be ; 
Thy commiilion we rely on, 

We would follow none but thee : 

As an emblem of thy paflion, 

And thy vicl'ry o'er the grave ; 
We who know thy great falvation 

Are baptiz'd beneath the wave. 

Fearlefs of the world's defpifing, 

We the ancient path purfue ; 
Buried with our L',rd, and riling 

To a life divinely new. 

CCCCL. L. M. J. Stennett. 

A Bapt'ifmal Hymn, 

C EE how the willing converts trace 
^ The path their great Redeemer trod ; 
And follow thro' his liquid grave, 
The meek the lowly Son of God! 

Here they renounce their former deeds, 
And to a heavenly life afpire ; 
Their rags for glorious robes exchang'd, 
They mine in clean and bright attire ! 

O facred rite, by thee the name 
Of Jefvi we to own begin : 
This is our refurrection pledge, 
Pledge of the pardon cfour (in. 

Glory to God on high be given, 
Who (hews his grace to tinfol men : 
Let faints on earth and hods in heaven, 
Tn concert join their loud Amin, 

451* BAPTISM. 

CCCCLI. L. M. Gregg. Altered by B. Francis. 
Not a/hamed of Christ. 

1 JESUS ! and fhali it ever be 

J A mortal man afham'd of thee ! 
Afnam'd of thee, whom angels praife, 
Whofe glories fnine thro' endlefs days ! 

2 Afham'd of jfefus! fooner far 
Let evening blufh to own a liar ; 
He fheds the beams of light divine, 
O'er this benighted foul of mine. 

3 Afham'd of J ejus I juft as foon 
L,et midnight be afham'd of noon ; 
'Tis midnight with my foul till he, 
Bright morning-ilar ! bid darknefs flee. 

4 Afham'd of Jefus ! that dear friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
No ; when I bhnh — be this my fhame, 
That I no more revere his name. 

5 Afham'd of Jefus! Yes, I may, 
When I've no guilt to vvafh away, 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to quell, no foul to fave. 

6 'Till then — nor is my boafling vain — 
'Till then, I boaft a Saviour flnin ! 
And O may this my glory be, 
That Ghrifi is not aftrata'd of me ! 

<7 [His inftitutions would I prize, 

Take up my crofs, — the rnume defpife ; 
Dare to defend his noble caufe, 
And yield obedience to his laws.] 

BAPTISM. 452,453, 


The Candidates — they were baptized both Men and 
women, A els viii. 12. 

1 f~^ RE AT God, we in thy courts appear, 
^■^ With humble joy and holy fear, 
Thy wife injunctions to obey ; 

Iiet faints and angels hail the day! 

2 Great things, O everlafting Son, 
Great things for us thy grace has done; 
Conftrain'd by thy almighty love, 

Our willing feet to meet thee move. 

3 In thy affembly here we ftand, 
Obedient to thy great command ; 
The facred flood is full in view, 
And thy fweet voice invites us thro*. 

4 The word, the Spirit, and the bride 
Mud not invite and be deny'd ; 
Was not the Lord, who came to fave, 
Interr'd in fuch a liquid grave ? 

5 Thus we, dear Saviour, own thy name, 
Receive us rifing from the dream ; 
Then to thy table let us come, 

And dwell in Sion as our home. 

CCCCLIIT. C. M. Beddome. 

Morning before Baptifm ; or, at the Water Sid€ 
Pfalm cxix. 35. 

1 TTOW great, how folemn is the work, 
■■•■*■ Which we attend to-day! 

Now for a holy, folemn frame, 
O God to thee we pray. 

2 O may we feel, as once we felt, 

When pain'd and griev'd at heart, 
Thy kind, forgiving, melting look 
Reliev'd our every fmart. 

454- BAPTISM, 

3 Let graces then in exercife 

Be exercis'd again ; 
And, nurtur'd by celeftial power, 
In exercife remain. 

4 Awake our love, our fear, our hope,. 

Wake fortitude and joy ; 
Vain world be gone, let things abore 
Our happy thoughts employ. 

5 Whilft thee, our Saviour and our God, 

To all around we own ; 
Drive each rebellious, rival lull, 
Each ttaitor from the throne. 

6 InftrucT: our minds, our wills fubdue, 

To heaven our pailions raife, 
That hence our lives, our all may be 
Devoted to thy praife. 


The Admniftrator. 

i i: f^* O teach the nations and baptize," 
^-^ Aloud th' afcending Jefus cries : 
His glad apoflles took the word, 
And round the nations preach'd their Lord* 

2 Comimon'd thus, by Zion's King, 
We to his holy laver bring 

Thefe happy converts, who have known 
And trulted in his grace alone. 

3 Lord, in thy houfe they feek thy face, 
O blefs them with peculiar grace : 
Refrefh their fouls with love divine; 
Let beams of glory round them ihine. 

BAPTISM. 455 467* 


"\T7"HATE'ER. to thee, our Lord belongs, 

* * Is always worth)' of our fongs : 
And all thy works, and all thy ways 
Demand our wonder and our praife. 

Hofanna to the church's head, 
Who furTer'd in our room and (lead ! 
He was immers'd in Jordan's flood, 
And then immera'd in fweat and blood! 

J. Stennett. 
Behold the grave where Jefus lay, 
Before he Ihed his precious blood I 
How plain he mark'd the humble way, 
To Tinners thro' the myftic flood 1 

Come, ye redeemed of the Lord y 
Come, and obey his facred word ; 
He died, and rofe again for you ; 
What more could the Redeemer do ? 

We to this place are come to mow 
What we to boundlefs mercy owe; 
The Saviour's footfleps to explore, 
And tread the path he trod before. 

Eternal Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
On thefe baptifmal waters move ; 
That v/e, thro' energy divine, 
May have the with the fign. 

* As it is now pretty common to fmg by the water-fide, 
and as fome of our brethren in the country give out a verfe 
or two while they ar? adminifrering the ordinance, it is 
hoped thefe (ingle verfes Will be acceptable, 

-1 t> n 

455 — 4^7' baptism. 

All ye that love ImmanueVs name, 
And long to feel th' increasing flame-, 
'Tis you, ye children of the light ! 
The Spirit and the bride invite. 

H. F . 

Ye who your native vilenefs mourn. 
And to the great Redeemer turn, 
Who fee your wretched (late by (in,. 
** Ye blefled of the Lord, come in." 

H. F . 

JefuS) my Saviour and my all, 
Methinks I hear thy gentle call ; 
Thefe are the founds that chide my flay, 
ft Arife, my love, and come away." 

H. F . 

Amazing grace ! and mail I frill 
Prove difobedient to thy will ? 
Ah no : dear Lord, the watery tomb 
Belongs to thee, and there I come. 

H . 

Apoftles trod this holy groundy 
This is the road believers go ; 
My Jefus in this way was found, 
I charge my foul to tread it too. 

J. Stennett. 
With lowly minds, and lofty fongs, 
Let all admire the Saviour's grace, 
'Till the great riling day reveal 
Th' immortal glory of his face. 

G . 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghof, 
We humbly dedicate our powers ; 
If with Jehovah's bleffings crowrVd> 
Immortal happinefs is ours. 

BAPTISM. 468, 469* 


An Addrefs to the Holy Spirit, 

I "T\ESCEND, celertial dove, 

*-* And make thy prefence known ', 
Reveal our Saviour's love 
And feal us for thine own ; 

Unblefs'd by thee, our works are rain, 

Nor can we e'er acceptance gain. 

I When our incarnate GW, 

The fovereign prince of light, 

In Jordan's fwelling flood 

Receiv'd the holy rite ; 
In open view, thy form came down, 
And dove-like flew, the King to crown. 

3 The day was never known, 
Since time began its race, 
On which fuch glory fhone, 
On which was fhewn fuch grace, 
As that which died, in Jordan's ftream, 
On Je/us' head the heavenly beam. 

1 Continue dill to fliine, 

And fill us with thy fire : 

This ordinance is thine, 

Do thou our fouls infpire ! 
Thou wilt attend on all thy fons 
•' 'Till time (hall end," thy promife runs. 

CCCCLXIX. C. M. James Nkwtow. 

After Baptifm, Mark xvi. 16 . 

J " pROCLAIM," faith Chrifl, « my wondrous 
■*- grace 

" To all the fons of men ; 
M He that believes, and is bapt&'d* 
" Salvation (hall obtain." 

47^. BAPTISM. 

2 Let plenteous grace defcend on thofe, 

Who, hoping in thy word, 

This day have publicly declar'd 

That jfefus is their Lord. 

3 With cheerful feet, may they advance 

And run the chriflian race ; 
And, thro* the troubles of the way, 
Find all-fufficient grace. 

CCCCLXX. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

A P radical Improvement of B 'apt if m, Col. iii. I, 

1 A TTEND, ye children of your God; 
■^ *• Ye heirs of glory hear ; 

For accents fo divine as thefe, 
Might charm the dulled ear. 

2 Baptiz'd into your Saviour's death, 

Your fouls to fin mutt: die ; 
With Chr'iji your Lord, ye live anev/j 
With Chrijl afcend on high. 

3 There by his Father's fide he fits, 

Enthron'd divinely fair ; 
Yet owns himfelf your brother ftill, 
And your forerunner there. 

4 Rife from thefe earthly trifles, rife 

On wings of faith and love ; 
Above your choicefi treafure lies, 
And be your hearts above. 

5 But earth and fin will drag us down, 

When we attempt to fly ; 
Lord, fend thy Itrong attractive power 
To raife and fix us hi eh. 

BAPTISM. 471. 

CCCCLXXI. C. M. Beddome. 

The Reflection of a Baptised Believer — He went on 
Lis Way rejoicing, Acts viii. 9. 

1 r I 'HE holy eunuch, when baptiz'd, 

•*• Went on his way with joy ; 
Ar.d who can tell what rapturous thoughts, 
Did then his mind employ? 

2 " Is that mod glorious Saviour mine 

" Ot whom I lately read ? 
" Who, bearing all my (ins and griefs, 
" Was number'd with the dead ? 

3 " Is he who burfting from the grave, 

" Now reigns above the iky, 
" My advocate before the throne, 
" My portion when I die ? 

4 " Have I profefs'd his holy name ? 

" Do I his gofpel bear 
" To Ethiopai's fcorched lands, 
" And fliall I fpread it there? 

5 " Blefs'd pool ! in which I lately lay, 

" And left my fears behind ; 
" What an unworthy wretch am I ! 
" And God profufely kind. 

6 " Blefs'd emblem of that precious blood 

" Which fatisfy'd for fin ; 
" And of that renovating grace, 

" Which makes the confeience clean." 

7 This pattern, Lord, with facred joy 

Help us to keep in view; 
The fame our work, the fame, O make 
Our confolation too. 



CCCCLXXU. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric. 

A Preparatory Thought for the LoRD\f Supper, in 
Imitation o/*Ifaiah Ixiii. I — 3. 

1 TT7"HAT heavenly man, or lovely God, 

* * Comes marching downward from the fides, 
Array 'd in garments roli'd in blood, 
With joy and pity in his eyes ? 

2 The Lord! the Saviour! yes, 'tis he, 
I know him by the fmiles he wears ; 
Dear glorious Man that dy'd for me, 
Drench'd deep in agonies and tears. 

3 Lo, he reveals his mining bread, 
I own thofe wounds and I adore ; 
To, he prepares a royal fealt, 

'Sweet fruit of the fharp pangs he bore. 

4 Whence flow thefe favors fo divine ! 
Lord! why fo lavifh of thy blood ? 
Why for fuch earthly fouls as mine! 
This heavenly wine, this facred food ? 

5 'Twas his own love that made him bleed. 
That naii'd him to the curfed tree; 
'Twas his own love this table fpread 
For fuch unworthy guefts as we. 

6 Then let us tafte the Saviour's love ; 
Come, faith, and feed upon the Lord; 
With glad confent our lips mall move, 
And fweet hofannahs crown the board. 


CCCCLXXIII. C. M. Steele. 

An Invitation to the Go/pel Fcafl, Luke xi7. 2 

1 'V^E wretched, hungry, (tarring poor, 

J- Behold a royal fealt ! 
Where mercy fpieads her bounteous ftcre, 
For every humble gueit. 

2 See, Jefus (lands with open arms; 

He calls, he bids you come : 
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms 
But fee there yet is room — 

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart ; 

There love and pity meet ; 

Nor will he bid the foul depart, 

That trembles at his feet. 

4 In him the father reconcil'd 

Invites your fouls to come ; 
The rebel mall be call'd a child, 
And kindly welcom'd home. 

5 O come, and with his children tafte 

The bleffings of his love ;. 
While hope attends the fweet repair. 
Of nobler joys above. 

6 There, with united heart and voice, 
Before th' eternal throne, 

Ten thoufand thoufand fouls rejoice, 
In ecllafies unknown. 

7 And yet ten thoufand thoufand more, 
Are welcome iiiil to come: 

Ye longing fouls, the grace adore ; 
Approach, there yet is room. 

3 c 

474? 475* THE L0RD s supper. 

CCCCLXXIV. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric. 
Yarmouth Tune. 

Christ dying, fi/iagt and reigning, 

1 TT E dies ! the friend of finners dies ! 
-*--*■ Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ! 
A folemn darknefs veils the ikies ! 

A fudden trembling makes the ground ! 
Come ! faints, and drop a tear or two 
For him who groan'd beneath your load ; 
He fhed a thoufand drops for you, 
A thoufand drops of richer blood ! 

2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, 
The Lord* of glory dies for men ! 
But lo ! what fudden joys we fee ! 
jfefus the dead revives again i 

The tiling God forfakes the tomb ! 
Up to his Father's court he flies ; 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 
And fhout him welcome to the flues ! 

3 Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell 
How high our great deliverer reigns, 
Sing how he fpoil'd the holts of hell, 
And led the monger, death, in chains ! 
Say, " Live for ever, wond'rous King, 
** Born to redeem, and llrong to fave ! 
Then afk the moniler, " Where's thy fling? 
* 4 And where's thy victory, boafUng grave :" 

CCCCLXXV. C. M. J. Stennett. 

A Sacramental Hymn. 

I TESUS ! O word divinely fweet ! 
°* How charming is the found ! 
What joyful news ! what heavenly fenfe 
In that dear name is found ! 


2 Our fouls, all guilty, and condemn'd, 

In hopelefs fitters lay ; 
Our fouls, with numerous fins depriv'd, 
To death and hell a prey. 

3 J e f !iS > t0 P ur S e aVv ' a y tms guilt 

A willing victim fell, 
And on his crofs triumphant broke 
The bands of death and hell. 

4 Our fees were mighty to deftroy ; 

He mighty was to fare : 
He dy'd but could not long be held 
A prifoner in the grave. 

5 jf e f us - wno mighty art to fave, 

Still p'ufn thy conquers on ; 

Extend the triumphs of thy crofs, 

Where'er the fun has fnone. 

6 O Captain of falvation ! make 

Thy power and mercy known ; 
'Till crowds of willing converts come 
And worfhip at thy throne. 

CCCCLXXVI. L. M. J. Stenmett. 

A Sacramental Hymn, 

1 HPHUS we commemorate the day, 

•~ On which our deareft Lord was (lain ; 

x us we our pious homage pay, 
'Till he appears on earth again. 

2 Come, great Redeemer, cpen wide 
The curtains of the parting fky: 
On a bright cloud in triumph ride, 
And on the wind's fwift pinions fly, 

^ C 2 

4/7- THE lord's supper. 

3 Come, King of Kings, with thy bright train. 
Cherubs, and feraphs, heavenly hofts ; 

A flume thy right, enlarge thy reign, 
As far as earth extends her coafts. 

4 Come, Lord, and where thy crofs once flood, 
There plant thy banner, fix thy throne ; 
Subdue the rebels by thy word, 

And claim the nations for thy own. 

CCCCLXXVII. L. M. Bedeome. 

Holy Admiration and Joy, 

i JESUS, when faith with fixed eyes 
** Beholds thy wondrous facrifice, 
Love rifes to an ardent flame, 
And we all other hope difclaim. 

2 With cold affeclions who can fee 

The thorns, the fcourge, the nails, the tree ? 
Thy flowing tears, and purple fweat, 
Thy bleeding hands, and head, and feet ? 

3 Look, faints, into his op'ning fide, 

The breach how large, how deep, how wide ! 
Thence ifTues forth a double flood, 
Of cleanfing water, pardoning blood. 

4 Hence, O my foul v a balfam flows, 
To heal thy wounds and cure thy woes ; 
Immortal joys come fireaming down, 
Jcys, like his griefs, immenfe, unknown ! 

5 Thus I could fit, and ever fing 

The fafferings of my heavenly King ; 
With growing pleasures fpread abroad 
The myfleries of a dying God. 



Meditating on the Crofs of Christ. 

j /^OME fee on bloody Calvary, 
^* Sufpended on th' accurfed tree, 
A harmlefs fuff'rer cover'd o'er 
With fhame, and weltering in his gore. 

2 Is this the Saviour long foretold 
To ufher in the age of gold ? 

To make the reign of fortow ceafe, 
And bind the jarring world in peace t 

3 'Tis He, 'tis He, — he kindly fhrouds 
His glories in a night of clouds, 
That fouls might from their ruin rife, 
And heir the unperidiable ikies. 

4 See to their refuge and their reft, 
From all the bonds of guilt releas'd, 
TranfgrefTors to his crofs repair, 
And find a full redemption there. 

5 jfefus, what millions of our race 
Have been the triumphs of thy grace, 
And millions more to thee (hall fly, 
And on thy facrifice rely ? 

6 That tree, that curfe-empoifon'd tree, 
Which prov'd a bloody rack to thee, 
Shall in the noble'i bleflings (hoot, 
And fill the nations with its fruit. 

7 The forrow, fhame, and death were t,hin? t 
And all the (tores of wrath divine ! 

Ours are the glory, life, and blifs ! 
What love can be compar'd to this ! 

479* THE lord's supper, 

CCCCLXXIX. L. M. D.Turner. 

Set him above all Principalities and Powers — Worthy 
is the Lamb that ivas Jlaln to receive Glory and 
BteJJing, Ephef. i. 21. Rev. v. 12. 

1 "MTOW far above thefe (Wry flcies, 
-*-^ Our J ejus fills his brighter throne, 
Invifible to mortal eyes, 

But not to humble faith unknown. 

2 [The countlefs hods that round him ftand, 
The fubjects of his fovereign power ; 

Fly thro* the world at his command, 
Or proftrate at his feet adore. 

3 Satan and all his rebel crew 

That rag'd to pull his kingdom down ; 
Crufh'd by his hand, in ruin now 
Lie trembling at his awful frown. 

4 His name above all creatures great, 
He all fuftains and all controls ; 
Yet from his high exalted ftate, 
Looks kindly down on humble fouls.] 

5 Tho* in the glories he poflefs'd, 
Long ere this world or time began, 
He fhines the Son of God confefs'd, 
Yet owns himfelf the Son of Man. 

6 Here once in agonies he dy'd, 
Now in the heavens he ever lives ; 
Of joy there pours th' eternal tide, 
Here faves the finner who believes. 

7 All hail ! thou great Immanuel, hail ! 
Ten thoufand bleilings on thy name ? 
While thus thy wondrous love we tell, 
Ourbofoms feel the facred flame. 


Come quickly come, immortal King ! 
On earth thy regal honors raife, 
The full falvatiun promis'd, biing, 
Then every tongue lhall ling thy praife ! 

CCCCLXXX. L. M. Da. Watts's Lyric. 

Love on a Crofs and a Throne. 

1 VT O W let our faith grow ftrong, and rife, 
■^ And view our Lord in all his love ; 
Look back to hear his dying cries, 

Then mount and fee his throne above. 

2 See where he languim'd on the crofs ; 
Beneath our fins he groan'd and dy'd ; 
See where he fits to plead our caufe 
By his almighty Father's fide. 

3 If we behold his bleeding heart, 
There love in floods of forrow reigns; 
He triumphs o'er the killing fmait, 
And feah our pieafare with his pains. 

4 Or if we climb th* eternal hills 

Where the dear Conqueror fits enthron'd ; 
Still in his heart companion dwells, 
Near the memorials of his Wound. 

5 How fljall vile pardcn'd rebels fnow 
How much they love their dying God? 
Lord, here we'd banifh every foe, 

We hate the fins that coil thy biood. 

6 Commerce no more, we hold with heli, 
Our dearelt lulls (hall all depart ; 

But let thine image ever dwell 
Stampt as a feul on every heart. 


CCCCLXXXI. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 
The Triumphs of the Crofs. 

i "VfO more, dear Saviour, will I boaft 
■^ Of beauty, wealth, or loud applaufe : 
The world hath all its glories loir, 
Amid the triumphs of thy crofs. 

2 In every feature cf thy face, 
Beauty her faired charms difplays ; 
Truth, wifdom, majerty and grace 
Shine thence in fweetly mingled rays. 

3 Thy wealth the power of thought tranfcends, 
'Tis vatl, immenfe, and all divine : 

Thy empire, Lord, o'er worlds extends j 
The fun, the moon, the ftars are thine. 

4 Yet, (O how marvellous the light ! ) 
J fee thee on a crofs expire ; 

Thy godhead veil'din fable night ; 
And angels from the fcene retire. 

5 But, why from thefe fad fcenes retreat ? 
Why with your wings your faces hide ? 
He ne'er appear'd fo good, fo great, 
As when he bow'd his head and died. 

6 The indignation of a God 

On him avenging juftice hurl'd : 
Beneath the weight he firmly (tood, 
And nobly fav'd a falling world. 

7 Thefe triumphs of flupendous grace 
Surprife, rejoice, and melt my heart ; 
Lord, at thy crofs I (land and gaze, 
Nor would I ever thence depart ! 


CCCCLXXXII. CM. Wantage Tune. 
Dr. J. Stennett. 

A Sacramental Hymn. 

1 T ORD, at thy table I behold 
-*-^ The wonders of thy grace ; 

But moft of all admire that I 
Should find a welcome place : — 

2 I that am all defil'd with fin, 

A rebel to my God; 
I that have cruciiied his Son, 
And trampled on his blood. 

3 What ftrange furprifing grace is this, 

. That fuch a foul has room ! 
My Saviour takes me by the hand, 
My Jefut bids me come. 

4 " Eat, O my friends, " the Saviour cries, 

" The feaft was made for you : 
" For you I groan'd, and bled, and die J, 
" And rofe, and triumph'd too." 

5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts, 

Lord, we accept thy love : 
'Tis a rich banquet we haye had, 
What will it be above : 

6 Ye faints below, and hofts of heaven, 

Join all your praifing powers : 
No theme is like redeeming love, 
No Saviour is like ours. 

7 Had I ten thoufand hearts, dear Lord, 

I'd give them all to thee : 
Had I ten thoufand tongues, they all 
Should join the harmony. 

3 D 


CCCCLXXXIIT. CM. Bangor Tune. 
Dr.. S, Stennett. 

My Fkjh is Bleat indeed, John vi. 53 — 55. 

1 TJERE at thy table, Lord, we meet, , 
■*- ■*■ To feed on food divine : 
Thy body is the bread we eat, 
Thy precious blood the wine. 

z He that prepares this rich repaft, 
Himfelf comes down and dies ; 
And then invites us, thus to feaft 
Upon the facrifice. 

3 The bitter torments he endur'd 

Upon the fhameful crofs, 
For us, his welcome guefts, procur'd 
Thefe heart reviving joys. 

4 His body torn with rudefl hands, 

Becomes the finefl: bread ; 
And, with the blefling he commands, 
Our noblefl hopes are fed. 

5 His blood, that from each op'ning vein, 

In purple torrents ran, 
Hath fili'd this cup with gen'rous wine, 
That cheers both God and man. 

6 Sure there was never love fo free, 

Dear Saviour, fo divine ! 
Well thou may'ft claim that heart of me, 
Which owes fo much to thine. 

7 Yes, thou flialt furely have my heart, 

My foul, my (txength, my all : 
With life itfelf I'll freely part, 
My Jefus, at thy call. 

THE LORD'S SUPPER. 484,485. 
CCCCLXXXIV. L. M. Beddome; 

Jesus wept — he died— fee bow he loved 1 
John xi. $5. 

1 CO fair a face bedew'd with tears ! 
^ What beauty e'en in grief appears ! 
He wept, he bled, he died for you ; 
What more, ye faint?, could jfefus do ? 

2 Enthron'd above with eo^al glow 
His warm affections downward flow ; 
In our diltrefs he bears a part, 
And feels a fympathetic fmart. 

3 Still his companions aTe the feme, 
He knows the frailty of our frame ; 
Our heavietc burdens he fudains, 
Shares in our forrows and our pains. 

CCCCLXXXV. CM. Wantage Tune. Steele. 
The Wonders of Redemption, 

1 A ND did the holy and the juft, 
-*•■*- The Sovereign of the ikies, 

Stoop down to wretched nefs and dud, 
That guilty worms mighty rife \ 

2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, 

His radiant throne on high, 
(Surprifmg mercy! love unknown !) 
To fuffer, bleed and die. 

3 He took the dying traitor's place, 

And fuffer'd in his (lead ; 
For man, (O miracle of grace .') 
For man the Saviour bled ! 

4 Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell 

In thy atoning blood ? 
By this are finners fnatch'd from hell, 
And rebels brought to God, 
7 D 2 

486, the lord's supper. 

5 j e f us > m y f° u ^ adoring, bends 

To love fo full, fo free ; 
And may I hope that love extends 
Its facred power to me ? 

6 What glad return can I impart 

For favors fo divine ? 
O take my all — this worthlefs heart, 
And make it only thine. 

CCCCLXXXVL C. M. Irifh Tune. 
Dr. Doddridge. 

Room at the Gofpcl-Feaft, Luke xir. 22. 

1 'THE King of heaven his table fpreads, 

-*• And dainties crown the board ; 
Not paradife, with ail its joys, 
Could fuch delight afford. 

2 Pardon and peace to dying men, 

And endieis life are given ; 
Thro' the rich blood that Jefus fhed 
To raife the foul to heaven. 

3 Ye hungry poor, that long have ftray'd 

In fin's dark mazes, come ; 
Come, from your molt obfcure retreats, 
And grace fhall find you room. 

4. Millions of fouls, in glory now, 
Were £&d y and feafted here ; 
And millions more, ftill on the way, 
Around the board appear. 

5" Yet is his houfe and heart fo, large, 
That millions more may come, 
Nor could the whole aflembled world 
O'er-fill the fpacious room. 

THE LORD'S SUPPER. 487,488. 

6 All things are ready, come away, 
Nor weak excufes frame ; 
Crowd to your places at the feaft, 
And bleis the founder's name. 

Communion with Christ at his Table. 

1 r T y O Jefus our exalted Lord, 

* (Dear name, by heaven and earth ador'd ! ) 
Fain would our hearts and voices raife 
A cheerful fong of facred praife. 

2 But all the notes which mortals know, 
Are weak and languifhing and low; 
Far, far above our humble fongs. 
The theme demands immortal tongues. 

3 Yet while around his board we meet, 
And humbly worfhip at his feet; 

O let our warm affections move, 
In glad returns of grateful love ! 

4 Let faith our feeble fenfes aid, 

To fee thy wondrous love difplay'd, 
Thy broken flefli, thy bleeding veins, 
Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 

5 Let humble penitential woe 

With painful, pleafing anguiih, flow j 
And thy forgiving fmiles impart 
Life, hope, and joy to every heart. 


Praife to the Redeemer, 

1 npO our Redeemer's glorious name 
-*- Awake the facred fong ! 
O may his love (immortal flame !) 
Tune every heart and tongue. 


2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ? 

What mortal tongue difplay ? 
Imagination's utmoO: ftretch 
In wonder dies away. 

3 He left his radiant throne on high, 

Left the bright realms of blifs, 
And came to earth to bleed and die! — 
Was ever love like this ? 

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay 

Our humble thanks to thee ; 

May every heart with rapture fay 

" The Saviour dy'd for me.'' 

5 O may the fweet, the blifsful theme 

Fill every heart and tongue ; 
Till Grangers love thy charming name, 
And join the facred fong. 

CCCCLXXXIX. 14.8. Carmarthen New Tune. 
Dr. S. Stennbtt. 

A Song of Pralfe to Christ. 

1 /"^OME, every pious heart 

^ That loves the Saviour's name, 

Your nobleft powers exert 

To celebrate his fame : 
Tell all above, and all below, 
The debt of love, to him you owe. 

2 Such was his zeal for Go d, 
And fuch his love for you, 
He nobly undertook 
What Gabriel could not do : 

His every deed of love and grace 

All words exceed, and thoughts furpafs 


He left his (tarry crown, 

And laid his robes afidc ; 

On wings of love came dowR, 

And wept, and bled, and died : 
Wh it he endar'd, O who can tell ? 
To fave our fouls from death and hell. 

From the dark grave he rofe, 

The manfion of the dead ; 

And thence his mighty foes 

In glorious triumph led : 
Up thro' the iky'the Conqueror rode, 
And reigns on high, the Saviour God. 

From thence he'll quickly come, 

His chariot will not ftay, 

And bear our fpirits home 

To realms of endlefs day : 
There (hall we fee his lovely face, 
And ever be in his embrace. 

Jefus, we ne'er can pay 

The debt we owe thy love : 

Yet, tell us how we may 

Our gratitude approve : 
Our hearts, our all, to thee we give : 
The gift, tho' fmall, thou wilt receive. 

CCCCXC L. M. President Davibs. 
Self-Dedication at the LordV Table, 

f" ORD, am I thine, entirely thine ? 
■*- J Purchas'd and fav'd by blood divine ? 
With full confent thine I would be, 
And own thy fovereign right in me. 
Thee my new mailer now I call, 
And confecrate to thee my all : 
Lord, let me live and die to thee, 
Be thine thro' all eternity. 

49 i j49 2 * times and seasons. 


CCCCXCI. CM. Bedford Tunc. 
A Morning Hymn. 

1 r T"0 thee, let my firit offerings rife, 

•*■ Whofe fan creates the day, 
Swift as his gladdening influence flies, 
And fpotlefs as his ray. 

2 This day thy favoring hand be nigh ! 

So oft vouchfaf'd before ! 
Still may it lead } protect, fupplyi 
And I that hand adore ! 

3 If blifs thy providence impart, 

For which refign'd I pray; 
Give me to feel the grateful heart ! 
And without guilt be gay ! 

4 Affliction mould thy love intend, 

As vice or folly's cure ; 
Patient, to gain that gracious end, 
May I the means endure ! 

5 Be this, and every future day 

Still wifer than the pafl ! 

And when I all my life furvcy 

May grace fufrain at lafr.. 

CCCCXCII. CM. D.Turner. 

A Morning Hymn. 

I TT7ITH thee, great God, the frores of light, 
* * Aod (lores of darknefs lie : 
Thou form'ir the fable robe of night 
And fpread'fl it round the ffcy. 

MORTsTlNO. 493, 

.6 And when with welcome /lumbers prefs'd, 
We clofe our weary eyes, 
Thy power, unfeen, fecures our reft, 
Aud makes us joyous rife. 

3 Numbers, this night, great God, hare met 

Their long eternal doom ; 
And loft the joys of morning light 
In death's tremendous gloom. 

4 Numbers on refllefs beds ftill lie, 

And ftill their woes bewail ; 
While we, by thy kind hand uprais'd, 
A thoufand pleafures feel. 

5 To thee, great God, in thankful fangs, 

Our 'morning thoughts arife ; 
Propitious in thy Son, accept 
The willing facrifice. 

OCCCXCIII. 3. 8. 6. Chatham Tune. W~. 


r T ORD, T am vile !— what mail I fay ? 
■*^ J I live to fee another day, 

O let me live to thee ! 
A thoufand years to hope for this, 
Should be unutterable blifs ; 
What mud fruition be ! 

Eye hath not feen, nor ear hath heard, 
What Jefus hath for his prepar'd, 

Nor can the heart conceive ; 
Thou haft commanded me, to-day, 
To live by faith, and I'd obey, 

Lord, help me to believe. 
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A Morning Hymn. 

1 Q EE how the mounting fun 
^ Purfues his mining way ; 

And wide proclaims his Maker's praifc, 
With every brightening ray. 

2 Thus would my riling foul 
Its heavenly parent fing ; 

And to its great original 
The humble tribute bring. 

3 Serene I laid me down 
Beneath his guardian care ; 

I flept, and I awoke, and found 
My kind preferver near ! 

4. Thus does thine arm fupport 
This weak defencelefs frame ; 
But whence thefe favors, Lord, to me. 
All worthlefs as I am ? 

£ O ! how (hall I repay 

The bounties of my Cod? 

This feeble fpirit pants beneath 

The pleafing painful load. 

6 Dear Saviour, to thy crofs 
I bring my facrifice j 

Ting'd with thy blood, it mall afcend 
With fragrance to the (Ivies. 

7 My life I would anew 
Devote, O Lord, to thee ; 

And, in thy fervice I would fpend 
A long eternity. 

EVENING. 495, 49^' 


An Evening Hymn. 

GREAT God, to thee my evening fong 
With humble gratitude I raife, 

let thy mercy tune my tongue, 
And fill my heart with lively praifc. 

My days unclouded, as they pafs, 
And every gentle rolling hour, 
Are monuments of wondrous grace, 
And wknefs to thy love and power. 

And yet this thoughtlefs, wretched heart, 
Too oft regardlefs of thy love, 
Ungrateful, can from thee depart, 
And fond of trifles vainly rove. 

Seal my forgivenefs in the blood 
Of Jefus: his dear name alone 

1 plead for pardon, gracious God, 
And kind acceptance at thy throne. 

Let this bleft hope mine eye-lids clofe, 
With deep refrefti my feeble frame ; 
S?.fe in thy care may I repofe, 
And wake with praifes to thy name. 

:CCCXCVI. L. M. Magdalen Tune. Bp. Kek, 

An Evening Hymn. 

LORY to thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blemngs of the light ; 
Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings, 
Beneath thine own almighty wings. 

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
The ill that I this dav have done ; 
That, with the world, myfelf and thee, 
I, ere I fleep, at ytdzz may be. 
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3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed ; 
Teach me to die, that fo I may 
Rife glorious at the awful day. 

4 O let my foul on thee repofe ! 

And may fweet deep mine eye-lids clofe ;.- 
Sleep that fhall me more vigorous make, 
To ferve may God, when I awake. 

5 If in the night I fleeplefs lie, 

My foul with heavenly thoughts fupply;: 
Let no ill dreams difturb my reft, 
No powers of darknefs me moleft, 
Praife God, &c. 


An Evening Hymn. 

\ "NJOW from the altar of our hearts 
** Let flames of love arife ; 
Aflifl us, Lord, to offer up 
Our evening facrifice. 

2 Minutes and mercies multiply M* 
Have made up all this day; 
Minutes came quick, but mercies were. 
More fvvift and free than they. 

5 New time, new favor, and new joys, 
Do a new fong require : 
'Till we mail praife thee as we would, 
Accept our hearts defire. 

4 Lord of our days, whofe hand hath fet 
New time upon our fcore ; 
Thee may we praife for all our time, 
When time mall be no more, 

SEASONS.- 49& 



On */.>£ Spring. 

1 ' I 'HE icy chains that bound the earth 

■*■• Are now diffolv'd and gone : 
Wak'd by the fun, the blooming fpring 
Puts his new livery on. 

2 Where awfuF defolation reign'd. 

Bleft plenty rears her head ;< 
Exulting with a fmile to fee 
Her late deftroyer fled. 

3 Teeming with life th* advancing fun 

Protracts the falling day ; 
Grand light of heaven ! he feems to wifr , 
To make a longer flay. 

4 In cloud's of gold behold him fet, 

Beyond the weft he flies : 
Short is his nightly courfe, and focn 
He gilds the eaftern fkies. 

5 My foul, in every fcene admire 

The wifdom and the power : 
Behold, the God in every plant,. 
In every opening flower. 

Yet in his word, the God of grace 

Has wrote his fairer name : 
The wonders of redeeming love 

My nobleft fongs fhali claim. 

7 With warmeft beams, thou Go d of graces 
Shine on this heart of mine ; 
Turn thou my winter into fpring, 
And be the glory thine. 




The Return of the Spring celebrated. 

'ROM winter's barren clods* 
From winter's joylefs wade, 
The fpring in fudden youth appears* 
With blooming beauty grac'd. 

How balmy is the air ! 
How warm the folar beams ! 
And to refrefh the ground, the rains 
Defcend in gentle ftreams. 

Great GW, at thy command 
Seafons in order rife ; 
Thy power and love in concert reign 
Thro' earth, and feas, and fkies : 

With grateful praife we own 
Thy providential hand, 
While grafs for kine, and herb and cora 
For men, enrich the land: 

But greater ftill the gift 
Of thine incarnate Son; 
By him forgivenefs, peace, and joy 
Thro' endlefs ages run. 

D. C. M. 


T> EHOLD ! long wifh'd-for fpring is come, 
•*-* How alter 'd is the fcene ! 
The trees and fhrubs are drefs'd in bloom, 
The earth arra'y'd in green. 

Where'er we tread, the clustering flowers 

Beauteous around us fpring : 
The birds, with joint harmonious powers, 

Invite our hearts to fing. 


But ah ! in vain I ftrire to join 

Oppreft with fin and doubt ; 
I feel 'tis winter (till, within, 

Tho' all is fpring without. 

O ! would my Saviour from on high, 
Break thro' thefe clouds and ihine„ 

No creature then more bleft than I, 
No fong more loud than mine. 

LorJy let thy word my hopes revive 9 

And overcome my foes: 
O make my languid graces thrive 

And bloiTom like the rofe. 

£>I. CM. Dr. Gibscn:. 

On a Tear of threatening Drought. 

1 r ~T'HE fpring, great God, at thy command. 

■*• Leads forth the fmiling year ; 
Gay verdure, foliage, blooms and dowers 
T' adorn her reign appear. 

2 But foon canft thou in righteous wrath 

Blait all the promis'd joy, 
And elements await thy nod 
To blefs or to deftroy. 

3 The fun, thy minider of love, 

That from the naked ground 
Calls forth the hidden feeds to birth, 
And fpreads their beauties round ; 

4 At the dread order of his God 

Now darts destructive fires ; 
Hills, plains and vales are parch'd with drought, 
And blooming life expires. 


£ Like burnifh'd brafs, the heaven around 
In angry terror burns, 
While the earth lies a joylefs wafte, 
And into iron turns. 

<6 Pity us, Lord, in our diftrefs. 
Nor with our land contend ; 
Bid the avenging fides relent, 
And mowers of mercy fend. 

, DII. CM. 

On a Tear of threatening Rain. 

l TTOW haft thou, Lord, from year to year, 
■*■ -*■ Our land with plenty crown'd ! 
And generous fruit, and golden grain 
Have fpread their riches round. 

% But we thy mercies have abus'd 
To more abounding crimes; 
What heights, what daring heights in fin, 
Mark and difgrace our times ! 

3 Equal, tho' awful is the doom, 

That fierce defcending rain 

Should into inundations fwell, 

And crufh the rifing grain I 

4 How jufl: that in the autumn's reign, 

When we had hop'd to reap, 

Our fields of forrow and defpair 

Should lie an hideous heap ! 

£ But, Lord, have mercy on our land, 
Thefe floods of vengeance ftay ; 
Difpel thefe glooms, and let the fun 
Shine in unclouded day! 

THUNBIR. 503, 

j6 To thee alone we look for help; 
None elfe of dew or rain 
Can give the world the fmalleft drop, 
Or fmalleft drop retrain. 

Dili. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric. 

The God of Thunder. 

i (~\ THE immenfe, th' amazing height, 
^-J The boundlefs grandeur of oar God, 
Who treads the worlds beneath his feet, 
And fways the nations with his nod ! 

2 He fpeaks ; and lo, all nature {hakes, 
Heaven's everlafting pillars bow, 

He rends the clouds with hideous cracks, 
And fhoots his fiery arrows thro\ 

3 Well, let the nations flart and fly 
At the blue light'nings horrid glare, 
Atheifts and emperors fhrink and die, 
When flame and noife torment the air-: 

4 Let noife and flame confound the fides, 
And drown the fpacious realms below, 
Yet will we fing the Thunderer's praife, 
And fend our loud hofannas thro'. 

5 Celeflial King, thy blazing power 
Kindles our hearts to flaming joys, 
We fhout to hear thy thunders roar, 
And echo to our father's voice. 

€ Thus {hall the God our Saviour come, 
And light'nings round his chariot play, 
Ye lightnings, fly to make him room, 
Ye glorious itorms, prepare his way. 
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504, S°5' Ti:vIK 0F HARVEST, 
DIV. C. M. 
Summer — an Harvejl Hymn* 

1 r "PO praife the ever bounteous Lord % 

-*- My foul, wake all thy powers : 
He calls, and at his voice come forth 
The fmiling harveft hours. 

2 His covenant with the earth he keeps j 

My tongue his goodnefs fing ; 
Summer and winter know their time, 
His harveft crowns the fpring. 

3 Well pleas'd the toiling fwains behold 

The waving yellow crop : 
With joy they bear the (heaves away, 
And fow again in hope. 

4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to fow 

The feeds of righteoufnefs : 
Smile on my foul, and with thy beams 
The ripening harveft blefs. 

5 Then, in the laft great harveft, I 

Shall reap a glorious crop : 
The harveft mall by far exceed 
What I have fow'd in hope. 

DV. C. M. 

Harveft — or, tie accepted Time and Day of 
Salvation, Prov. x. 5. 

I' CEE how the little toiling ant 
& Improves the harveft hours : 
While fummer lafts thro' all her cells 
The choiceft ftore (he pours. 
2 While life remains, our harveft lafts j 
But youth of life's the prime ; 
Beft is this feafon for our work, 
And this th' accepted time. 

WINTER. 506. 

3 To-day attend, is wifdom's voice, 

To-morrow, folly cries : 
And dill to-morrow 'tis, when, Oh ! 
To-day the finner dies. 

4 When confcience fpeaks, its voice regard, 

And feize the tender hour ; 
Humbly implore the promis'd grace, 
And God will give the power. 

DVI. C. M. Steele. 


1 OTERN winter throws his icy chains 
^ Encircling nature round: 

How bleak, how comfortlefs the plains, 
Late with gay verdure crown'd ! 

2 The fan withdraws his vital beams, 

And light, and warmth depart; 
And drooping, life'efs nature feems 
An emblem of my heart. 

3 My heart, where mental winter reigns 

In night's dark mantle clad, 
Confin'd in cold inactive chains, 
How defolate and fad ! 

4 Return, O blifsful Sun, and bring 

Thy foul reviving ray; 
This mental winter mall be fpring, 
This darknefs cheerful day. 

5: O happy (late, divine abode, 
Where fpring eternal reigns ; 
And perfect day, the fmile of GoJ, 
Fills all the heavenly plains. 

3 » 2 


6 Great fource of light, thy beams difplay, 
My drooping joys refiore, 
And guide me to the feats of day, 
Where winter frowns no more. 

DVII. L. M. Newton, 


1 GEE, how rude winter's icy hand 

^ Has Itripp'd the trees and feal'd the ground. 
But fpring fliall foon his rage withftand, 
And fpread new beauties all around. 

2 My foul a (harper winter mourns, 
Barren and fruitlefs I remain, 
When will the gentle fpring return, 
And bid my graces grow again ? 

3 J ejus, my glorious Sun, arife ! 
'Tis thine the frozen heart to move ; 

! hufh thefe ftorms, and clear my flues,* 
And let me feel thy vital love ! 

4 Dear Lord, regard my feeble cry, 

1 faint and droop till thou appear ; 
Wilt thou permit thy plant to die ? 
Mud it be winter all the year ? 

5 Be flill, my foul, and wait his hour, 
With humble prayer and patient faith; 
*Till he reveals his gracious power, 
Repofe on what his promife faith. 

6 He, by whofe all-commanding word, 
Seafons their changing courfe maintain, 
In every change a pledge affords, 
That none mail feek his face in vain. 

NEW YEAR'S DAY. 508,509:. 


The Seafons crowned with GocJncfs t Pfalm ixv. 1 J» 

1 "INTERNAL fource of every joy! 

-"- J Well may thy praife our lips employ, 
While in thy temple we appear 
To hail thee, fovereign of the year. 

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 

Thy hand fupports and guides the whole ;- 
The fun is taught by thee to rife 
And darknefs when to veil the Ikies. 

3 The flowery fpring, at thy command, 
Perfumes the air and paints the land ; 
The Cummer rays with vigor mine 
To raife the corn and cheer the vine. 

4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours 
Thro' all our coafts redundant ftores ; 
And winters, foften'd by thy care, 
No more the face of horror wear. 

5 Seafons, and months, and weeks, and davs 
Demand fucceffive fongs of praife ; 

And be the grateful homage paid, 
With morning light and evening (hade. 

6 Here in thy houfe let incenfe rife, 
And circling fabbaths blefs our eyes, 
'Till to thofe lofty heights we foar, 
Where days and years revolve no more. 


DIX. 8.7. Jewin Street Tune. RoBiNso:*f, 

Grateful Recolleclion — Ebenezer, 1 Sam. vii. 1 2& 

1 /^OME, thou fount of every blefling, 
*^ Tune my heart to fing thy grace ! 


Streams of mercy never ccafing. 
Call for fongs of loudeft praife : 

"Teach me fome melodious Ion net, 
Sung by flaming tongues above : 

Praife the mount — O fix me on it, 
Mount of God's unchanging love. 

2 Here I raife my Ebenezer, 

Hither ly thy help I'm com e ; 
And I hope by thy good pleafure, 

Safely to arrive at home : 
Jefus fought me when a frranger 

Wandering from the fold of God; 
He to favc my foul from danger 

Interpos'd his precious blood. 

3 O ! to grace how great a debtor, 

Daily I'm conftrain'd to be ! 
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, 

Bind my wandering heart to thee ! 
Prone to wander, Lord, 1 feel it; 

Prone to leave the God I love — 
Here's my heart, Lord, take and feal it^ 

Seal it from thy courts above. 

DX. L. M. 

Help obtained of Gov, Acls xxvi. 2 2. 
New Tear's Day. 

1 fy* REAT God, we ilng thy mighty hand, 
^ r By which fupported (till we (land : 
The opening year thy mercy mews : 

Let mercy crown it till ft clofe. 

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
Still we are guarded by cur God} 
By his inccflant bounty fed, 

By his unerring counfel led. 

NEW YEAR S DAY. $%f 4 

3 With grateful hearts the part: wc own; 
The future, all to us unknown, 

We to thy guardian care commit, 
And peaceful leave before thy feet. 

4 In fcenes exalted 01 deprefs'd, 

Be thou our joy, and thou our red; 
Thy goodnefs all our hopes fhall raife, 
Ador'd thro' all our changing days. 

5 When death (hall interrupt thefe fongs, 
And feal in filence mortal tongues, 
Our Helper-God, in whom we truft, 
In better worlds our fouls fhall boaft. 

DXI. L. M. S * 

The Barren Fig-Tree, Luke xiii. 6 — a. 

GOD of my life, to thee belong, 
The thankful heart, the grateful fong j 
Touch'd by thy love, each tuneful chord 
Refounds the goodnefs of the Lord. 

Thou haft preferv'd my fleeting breath, 
And chas'd the gloomy mades of death ; 
The venom'd arrows vainly fly, 
When God our great deliverer's nigh. 

Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care ? 
Why does thy hand fo kindly rear 
A ufelefs cumberer of the ground, 
On which no pleafant fruits are found ? 

Still may the barren fig tree ftand ! 
And, cultivated by thy hand, 
Verdure, and bloom, and fruit afford. 
Meet tribute to its bounteous Lor4* 


5 So fiiall thy praife employ my breatl* 
Thro' life, and in the arms of death 
My foul the pleafant theme prolong, 
Then rife to aid th' angelic fong. 

DXIi. 7s. Fawcett. 

A Birth- Day Hymn, Acts xxvi. 2 2< 

£ T MY Ebenezer raife 

■*■ To my kind Redeemer's praife; 
With a grateful heart I own, 
Hitherto thy help I've known. 

,2 What may be my future lot, 
Well I know concerns me not ; 
This mould fet my heart at reft, 
What thy will ordains is bed. 

3 I my all to thee refign ; 
Father, let thy will be mine ; 
May but all thy dealings prove 
Fruits of thy paternal love. 

4 Guard me, Saviour, by thy power, 
Guard me in the trying hour : 
Let thy unremitted care 

Save me from the lurking fnare. 

5 Let my few remaining days 
Be directed to thy praife : 
So the laft, the doling fcene 
Shall be tranquil and ferene. 

6 To thy will I leave the reft, 
Grant me but this one requeii, 
Both in life and death to prove 
Tokens of thy fpecial love. 

WEDDING. 513, 


A Wedding Hymn. 

SINCE J-efm freely did appear 
To grace a marriage-fealt ; 
O Lord, we afk thy prefence here, 
To make a wedding-gueft. 

Upon the bridal pair look dov/o. 
Who now have plighted hands, 

Their union with thy favor crown, 
And blefs the nuptial bands. 

With gifts of grace their hearts endow, 

Of all rich dowries beft ! 
Their fubftance blefs, and peace beftow, 

To fweeten all the reft. 

In pureft: love their fouls unite, 
That they, with chriftian care, 

May make domeftic burdens light, 
By taking mutual (hare. 

True helpers may they prove indeed, 
In prayer, and faith, and hope j 

And fee with joy a godly feed 
To build their houmold up. 

As Ifaac and Rebecca give 

A pattern chafte and kind ; 
So may this married couple live, 

And die in friendih.ip join'd. 

On every foul afTembled here, 

O make thy face to mine ; 
Thy goodnefs more our hearts can cheer, 

Than richeft food or wine. 


5I4j5 i 5' times and seasons. 

DXIV. L. M. Newton. 

A Welcome to Chfi/lian Friends. — At Meeting. 

i T£ INDRED in Chrifl, for his dear fake, 
■*^ A hearty welcome here receive; 
May we together now partake 
The joys which only he can give. 

2 To you and us by grace 'tis given 

To know the Saviour's precious name ; 
And fhortly we (hall meet in heaven, 
Our hope, our way, our end, the fame. 

3 May he, by whofe kind care we meet, 
Send his good Spirit from above, 
Make our communications fweet, 
And caufe our hearts to burn with love ! 

4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, 
When chriilians fee each other thus; 
We only wim to fpeak of him, 

Who liv'd, and dy'd, and reigns for us. 

5 We'll talk of all he did and faid, 
And fuffer'd for us here below; 
The path he mark'd for us to tread, 
And what he's doing for us now. 

6 Thus, as the moments pafs away 
We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; 
And haften on the glorious day, 
When we mall meet to part no more. 

DXV. 7 s. 

At Parting. 

i Tj^OR a feafon call'd to part, 
•*■ Let us now ourfelves commend, 
To the gracious eye and heart 
Of our eyer-prefent friend. 


2 Jefusy hear onr humble prayer ! 
Tender ihepherd of thy flieep ! 
Let thy mercy and thy care 
All our fouls in i\it\ 

3 In thy (trength may we be flrpng, 
Sweeten every crofs and pain : 
Give us, if we live, ere long 

In thy peace to meet again. 

4 Then, if thou thy help afford, 
Ebenezers fnall be rear'd ; 

And our fouls (hall praifs the Lor J, 
Who our poor petitions heard. 

DXVI. L. M. Dr. Doddridoe. 

The Chr'ijTian Farewell, 2 Cor. xiii. 1 1. 

1 ^HY prefence, everlalling God, 

•*- Wide o'er all nature fpreads abroad ; 
Thy watchful eyes, which cannot fleep, 
In every place thy children keep. 

2 While near each other we remain, 
Thou doit our lives and fouls fuftain ; 
When abfent, happy if we fnare 

Thy fmiles, thy counfels and thy care. 

3 To thee we all our ways commit, 
And kek our comforts near thy feat ; 
Still on our fouls vouchfafe to fhine, 
And guard, and guide us (till as thine. 

4 Give us in thy beloved houfe, 
Again to pay our thankful vows ; 
Or, if that joy no more be known, 
Gfve us to meet around thy throne. 

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517? 5 1 ^ # TIMES AND SEASONS. 

DXVII. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

Early Piety, Matt. xii. 20. 

1 TJTOW foft the words my Saviour fpeaks I 
■*■-*■ How kind the promifes he nmkes ! 

A bruifed reed he never breaks, 
Nor will he quench the fmoking flax. 

2 The humble poor he won't defpife, 
Nor on the contrite finner frown : 
His ear is open to their cries, 

He quickly fends falvation down. 

3 When piety in early minds, 
Like tender buds begins to moot, 

He guards the plants from threat'ning winds, 
And ripens bloffoms into fruit. 

4 With humble fouls he bears a part 
In all the forrows they endure : 
Tender and gracious is his heart, 
His promife is for ever fure. 

5 He fees the ftruggles that prevail 
Between the powers of grace and fin; 
He kindly liftens while they tell 
The bitter pangs they feel within. 

€ Tho* prefs'd with fears on ev'ry fide, 
They know not how the ftrife may end; 
Yet he will foon the caufe decide, 
And judgment into vicVry fend. 

DXVIII. CM. Dr. Doddridge. 

The Encouragement young Perfons have to feck 
Christ, Prov. viii. 17, 

1 V"E hearts, with youthful vigor warni, 
-*• In fmiling crowds draw near, 
And turn from every mortal charm, 
A Saviour's voice to h«ar. 


2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high, 

Stoops to converfe with you ; 
And lays his radiant glories by* 
Your friendfnip to purfue. 

3 M The foul, that longs to fee my Lice, 

" Ts fare my love to gain ; 
'* And thofe that early leek my grace, 
" Shall never feek in vain." 

4 What object, Lord, my foul fnould move 

If once coi.ipar'd with thee ? 
What beauty mould command my love, 
Like what in Chriji I fee ? 

5 Away, ye falfe delufive toy:. 

Vain tempters of the mind ! 
'Tis here I fix my lading choice, 
For here true blifs I find. 

DXIX. CM. Dr. Doddridge. 

Seek frjl the Kingdom g/*God, Matt. vi. 3 f 

1 "VTOW let a true ambition rife, 
-*-^ And ardor fire our breads, 
To reign in worlds above the ikies, 

In heavenly glories dred. 

2 Behold, Jehovah's royal hand 

A radiant crown difplay, 
Whofe gems with vivid 1 afire mine, 
While liars and fans decay. 

3 Away each grovelling anxious care, 

Beneath a chriftian's aim ; . ■ 
We fpring to feize immortal joys y 
In our Redeemer'? r.aT.e. 


4 Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm, 
The glorious prize purfue ; 
Nor fear the want of earthly good, 
While heaven is kept in view. 

DXX. L. M. Dr. Watts's Sermons. 

A lovely Youth falling JJoori of Heaven, 
Mark x. 21. 

i "IV/FUST all the charms of nature then, 
■*-^-*- So hopelefs to falvation prove ? 
Can hell demand, can heaven condemn 
The man whom Jefus deigns to love ? — 

2 The man who fought the ways of truth, 
Paid friends and neighbours all their due ; 
A modeft, fober, lovely youth, 

Who thought he wanted nothing now ? 

3 But mark the change : thus fpake the Lord, 
" Come part with earth for heaven to-day :" 
The youth, aftoniuVd at the word, 

In filcit fadnefs went his way. 

4 Poor virtues, that he boafted fo, 
This teft unable to endure, 

Let Chri/i, and grace, and glory go, 
To make his land and money fure. 

5 Ah foolifh choice of treafures here ! 
Ah fatal love of tempting gold ! 

Muft this bafe world be bought fo dear ? 
And life and heaven fo cheaply fold ? 

6 In vain the charms of nature -mine, 
If this vile pafTion governs me ; 
Transform my foul, O love divine ! 
And make me part with all for thee. 

YOUTH. 521. 

DXXI. S. M. Tawcett. 

Howjhall a young Man cleanfe his Way ? 
Plains cxix. 9. 

YY^ITH humble heart and tongue, 
* * My God, to thee I pray ; 
O make me learn whilft 1 am young, 
How I may cleanfe my way. 

Now in my early days, 
Teach me thy will to know ; 
O God, thy fanclifying grace 
Betimes on me beftow. 

Make an unguarded youth 
The object of thy care ; 
Help me to choofe the way of truth, 
And fly from every fnare. 

My heart, to folly prone, 
Renew by power divine ; 
Unite it to 'hyfelf alone, 

And make me wholly thine. 

O let thy word of grace 
My warmefl: thoughts employ ; 
Be this through all my following days, 
My treafure and my joy. 

To what thy laws impart 
Be my whole foul inclin'd ; 
O let them dwell within my heart, 
And fanctify my mind. 

May thy young fervant learn, 
By thefe to cleanfe his way ; 
And may I here the path difcern 
That leads to endlefs day. 


DXXII. 8. 8. 6. D. Bradbury's, altered. 


The Importance of educating Touth. 

1 "KJOW let cur hearts confpire to raife 
-*-^ A cheerful anthem to his praife 

Who reigns enthron'd above : 
Let nrufic, fweet as incenfe rife, 
With grateful odors to the Ikies, 

The work of joy and love. 


2 Teach us to bow before thy face ; 
Nor let our hearts forget thy grace, 

Or flight thy providence ; 
When loft in ignorance we lay, 
To vice and death an eafy prey, 

Thy goodnefs fnatch'd us thence. 


3 O what a num'rojs race we fee, 
In ignorance and mifery, 

Unprincipled, untaught ! 
Shall they continue dill to lie 
In ignorance and mifery? 

We cannot bear the thought. 


4 Give, Lord, each liberal foul to prove 
The joys of thine exhauftlefs love ; 

And while thy praife we ling, 
May we the facred fcriptures know, 
And like the bleffed Jefus grow, 

That earth and heaven may ring. 


5 We feel a fympathifing heart, 
Lord, 'tis Tipkafure to impart, 
To thee thine own we give : 
Hear thou our ery, and pitying fee, 
O Jet thefe children live to thee, 
O Jet thefe children live. 

DXXIH. CM. J.Straphak. 


I "D LEST is the man whofe heart expands 

" At malting pity's call, 
And the rich bleffings of his Tiands 
Like heavenly manna fall. 

2 Mercy defcending from above, 

In foheft accents pleads ; 
O ! may each tender bofom move 
When mercy intercedes. 

3 Be ours the blifs in wifdom's way 

To guide untutor'd youth, 
And lead the mind that went aflray 
To virtue and to truth. 

4 Children our kind protection claim, 

And GWwill well approve, 
When infants karri to lifp his name, 
And their Creator love. 

5 Delightful work ! young fouls to win, 

And turn the rifing race 
From the deceitful paths of fin, 
To feek redeeming grace. 

6 Almighty God! thy influence fhed 

To aid this good defign : 
The honors of thy name be fpread, 
And all the glory thine. 
2 H 



Old Age approaching ; or, Man frail and mortal. 

1 INTERNAL God! enthron'd on high! 
-*-^ Whom angel-hofts adore ; 

Who yec to fuppliant duft art nigh, 
Thy prefence I implore. 

2 O guide me down the fleep of age, 

And keep my paffions cool : 
Teach me to fcan the facred page, 
And practife every rule. 

3 My flying years time urges on, 

What's human muft decay ; 
My friends, my young companions gone, 
Can I expecl to (lay ? 

4 Can I exemption plead, when death 

Projects his awful dart? 
Can med'cines then prolong my breath, 
Or virtue fliield my heart ? 

5 Ah ! no — then fmooth the mortal hour, 

On thee my hope depends : 

Support me with almighty power, 

While duft to duft defcends. 

6 Then (hall my foul, O gracious God! 

(While angels join the lay) 
Admitted to the blefs'd abode, 
Its endlefs anthems pay. 

. 7 Thro' heaven, howe'er remote the bound, 
Thy matchlefs love proclaim, 
And join the choir of faints that found 
Their great Redeemer's name, 


DXXV. C. M. Carolina Tune. 

For a Public Faft. 

i C EE» gracious God, before thy throne 
^ Thy mourning people bend ! 
'Tis on thy fovereign grace alone 
Our humble hopes depend. 

2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand, 

Thy dreadful power difplay ; 
Yet mercy fpares this guilty land, 
ArA (HI! we live to pray. 

3 Great God, and is Columbia fpard, 

Ungrateful as we are ! 
O make thy awful warnings heard, 
While mercy cries, " Forbear." 

4 What land fo favor'd of the fides, 

As thefe apoftate dates ! 
Our numerous crimes increafing rife, 
Yet, ftil! thy vengeance waits ! 

5 How chang'd, alas ! are truths divine, 

For error, guilt, and fliame! 
What impious numbers, bold in fin, 
Difgrace the chriitian name i 

6 Regardlefs of thy fmile or frown, 

Their pleafures tbev require ; 
And fink with gay indifference down 
To everlading lire. 

7 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, 

By thy refifllefs grace ; 
Then fhall our hearts obey thy word, 
And humbly feek thy face. 


8 Then, mould infulting foes invade, 
We flfall not fink in fear ; 
Secure of never-failing aid, 
If God, our Gcd, is near. 

DXXVI. CM. S— . 

A Hymn for a Fajl-Bay, Gen. xviii. 23 — 33. 

1 "IT7HEN Abram, full offacredawe, 

* " Before Jehovah flood, 
And, with a humble fervent prayer, 
For guilty Sodom fued j 

2 With what fuccefs, what wonderous grace, 

"Was his petition crown'd ! 
The Lord would fpare if in the place 
Ten righteous men were found. 

3 And could a fingle, holy foul 

So rich a boon obtain ? 
Great God, and mail a nation cry, 
And plead with thee in vain ? 

4 Columbia guilty as me is, 

Her numerous faints can boafr, 
And now their fervent prayers afcend, 
And can thofe prayers be loft ? 

5 Are not the righteous dear to thee, 

Now as 'in ancient times? 
Or does this finful land exceed 
Gomorrah in its crimes ? 

h Still are we thine, we bear thy name, 
Here yet is thine abode ; 
Long has thy prefence blefs'd our land, 
Forfake us not,,0 C'xl. 


DXXVII. L. M. Steele. 

On a Day of Prayer for Succefs in War. 

1 ]j ORD, how fhall wretched iinners dare 
-"~ J Look up to thy divine abode ? 

Or offer their imperfect prayer, 
Before a juft, a holy God?- 

2 Bright terrors guard thy awful feat, 
And dazzling glories veil thy face: 
Yet mercy calls us to thy feet, 
Thy throne is flill a throne of grace. 

3 O may our fouls thy grace adore, 
May Jefus plead our humble claim ; 
While thy protection we implore, 
In his prevailing, glorious name. 

4 With all the boafled pomp of war 
In vain we dare the hoftile field ; 
In vain, unlefs the Lord be there ; 
Thy arm alone our land can fhield. 

5 Let paft experience of thy care 
Support our hope, our trull invite ! 
Again attend our humble prayer! 
Again be mercy thy delight ! 

6 Cur arms fuccced, cur councils guide, 
Let thy right hand our caufe maintain ; 
Till war's deftructive rage fubfide, 
And peace refume her gentle reign. 

7 Great God, the promis'd period bring, 
Let (tandards be no more unfurl'd; 
Come peace i and blefs with balmy wing, 
The eaftern and the v.eitern world. 


8 When the gofpel's healing ray 
( Kind fource of amity divine ! ) 
Spread o'er the world celeftial day? 
When (hall the nations, Lord, be thine ? 

BXXVIIT. L. M. Paul's Tune. 
President Davies. 

National Judgments deprecated, and National Mercies 
pleaded, Amos iii. 1 — 6. 

1 "TT7HILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord, 

* " We view the terrors of thy fword ; 
Oh ! whither (hall the helplefs fly ; 
To whom but thee direct their cry ? 

2 The helplefs finner's cries and tears 
Are grown familiar to thine ears ; 
Oft has thy mercy fent relief, 
When all was fear and hopelefs grief. 

3 On thee, our guardian God, we call, 
Before thy throne of grace we fail ; 
And is there no deliverance there ? 
And mutt we periih in deipair I 

4. See, we repent, we weep, we mourn, 
To our forfaken God we turn ; 
O fpare our guilty country, fpare 
The church which thou had planted here. 

j We plead thy grace, indulgent God; 
We plead thy Son's atoning blood ; 
We plead thv gracious promifes, 
And are they unavailing pleas ? 

6 Thefe pleas } prefented at thy throne, 
Have brought ten thoufand bleffings down 
On guilty lands in helplefs woe ; 
Let them^prevail to lave u$ too. 



Thankfgivtng for Victory over cur Ettcmiss, 

1 ' I 'O thee, who reign'ft fupreme above, 

•*■• And reign' ft fupreme below, 
Thou God of wifdom, power, and love, 
We our faccelTcs owe. 

2 The thundering horfe, the martial band, 

Without thine aid were vain ; 
And victory flies at thy command 
To crown the bright campaign. 

3 Thy mighty arm unfeen was nigh, 

When we our foes aflaii'd ; 
'Tis thou haft rais'd our honors high, 
And o'er their hofts prevail'd. 

4 Their mounds, their camps, their lofty towers 

Into our hands are given, 
Not from defert or ftrength of ours, 
But thro' the grace of Heaven. 

5 What tho' no columns lifted high, 

Stand deep inferib'd with praife, 
Yet foun'ding honors to the fky 
Our grateful tongues fhall raife. 

6 To our young race will we proclaim 

The mercies God has mown ; 
That they may learn to blefs his name, 
And choofe him for their own. 

7 Thus, while we fleep in filent dufi, 

When threatening dangers come, 
Their father's God fhall be their truft, 
Their refuge and their home. 

DXXX. L. M. Beddome. 
Peace prayed for, 

1 f "\N us, opprcfs'd beneath thy flroke, 

^^ And overwhelm'd with guilt and mame, 
Deign, mighty God, with fmiles, to look ; 
The fame thy power, thy grace the fame. 

2 Let peace defcend with balmy wing, 
And all its bleflings round her flied ; 
Her liberties be well fecur'd, 

And commerce lift its fainting head : 

3 Let the ioud cannon ceafe to roar, 
The warlike trump no longer found ; 
The din of arms be heard no more, 
Nor human blood pollute the ground. 

4 Let hoftile troops drop from their hands 
The ufelefe fword, the glittering fpear 
And join in friendfhip's facred bands, 
Nor one duTentient voice be there. 

5 Thus fave, O Lord, a finking land, 
Millions of .tongues mail then adore, 
Refound the honors of thy name, 

And fpread thy praife from more to more. 

DXXXI. L. M. Steele. 
Praife for national Peace, Pfalm xlvi. 9. 

1 r* REAT Ruler of die earth and fkies, 
^-^ A word of thy almighty breath 
Can fink the world, or bid it rife : 

Thy fmile is life, thy frown is death. 

2 When angry nations rufh to arms, 
And rage, and noife, and tumult reign, 
And war refounds its dire alarms, 
And (laughter fpreads the hoflile plains j 


3 Thy fov'reign eye looks calmly down, 

And marks their courfe, and bounds their power; 
Thy word the angry nations own, 
And noife and war are heard no more. 

4 Then peace returns with balmy wing, 
(Sweet peace, with her what bleilings fled!) 
Glad plenty laughs, the vallies fing, 
Reviving commerce lifts her head. 

5 Thou good, and wife, and righteous Lor J, 
All move fubfervient to thy will ; 

And peace and war await thy word. 
And thy fublime decrees fulfil. 

6 To thee we pay our grateful fongs, 
Thy kind protection (till implore ; 

O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues, 
Confefs thy goodnefs and adore. 


Tfjan&fgiving for National Deliverance and Improvement 
of it, Luke i. 74., 75. 


RAISE to the Lor J, who bows his ear 
Propitious to his people's prayer ; 
And, tho' deliverance long delay, 
Anfwers in his well-chofen day. 

Salvation doth to God belong ; 

His power and grace (hall be our fong ; 

The tribute of our love we bring 

To thee, our Saviour, and our King ! 

Our temples guarded from the flame, 
Shall echo thy triumphant name ; 
And every peaceful private home 
To thee a temple (hall become. 

3 « 


4 Still be it our fuprerne delight 
To walk as in thy honor'd fight ; 
Hence in thy precepts and thy fear, 
'Till life's lalt hour to perfeveie. 


Thanhs to God for his evcr-endur'wg Goodnefs, 
Pfalra exxxvi. i. 

i TTOUSE of our God with cheerful anthems ring, 
■*- ■*• While all our lips and hearts his goodnefs ling j 
With facred joy his wondrous deeds proclaim ; 
Let every tongue be vocal with his name : 
The Lord is good ; his mercy never- end ir-g, 
His bleilings in perpetual fhowers defcending. 

2 The heaven of heavens he with his bounty fills ; 
Ye feraphs bright, on ever-blooming hills, 

His honors found ; you to whom good alone, 
Unmingled, ever-growing, has been known, 
Thro' your immortal life, with love increafing, 
Proclaim your Maker's goodnefs never-ceafing. 

3 Thou earth, enlighten'd by his rays divine, 
Pregnant with grafs, and corn, and oH, and wine, 
Crown'd with his goodnefs, let thy nations meet, 
And lay themfelves at his paternal feet ; 

With grateful love that lib'ral hand confeffing, 
Which thro* each heart diffufeth every bleffing. 

4 Zion enrioli'd with his diltinguifiYd grace, 
Ble(t with the rays of thine Immanuel's face, 
Zion, Jehovah's portion, and delight, 
Grav'n on his hands, and hourly in his fight, 

In facred drains exalt that grace excelling, 
Which makes thy humble hill his chofen dwelling. 


5 His goodnefs never ends ; the dawn the'fhade, 
Still fee new bounties thro' new fecnes difnlay'd ; 
Succeeding ages blefs this fure abode, 

And children lean upon their fathers' God: 
The deathlefs foul thro' its immenfe duration, 
Drinks from this fource immortal confolation. 

6 Burlt into praife, my foul ; all nature join ; 
Angels and men in harmtny combine, 
While human years are meafur'd by the fun, 
And while eternity its courfe (hall run : 

His goodnefs in perpetual mowers descending. 
Exalt in fongs and raptures never-ending. 


A general Thanksgiving* 

1 CAY, mould we fearch the globe around, 
^ Where can fuch happinefs be found 

As dwells in this much favor'd land I 
Here plenty reigns ; here freedom fiieds 
Her choiceft blefTings on our heads : 

By God fupported ftill we ftand. 

2 Here commerce fpreads the wealthy ftore 
Which comes from ev'ry foreign more ; 

Science and art their charms difplay ; 
Religion teachcth us to raife 
Our voices in our Maker's praife, 

As truth and confeience point the way. 

I Thefe are thy gifts, almighty King ! 
From thee our matchlefs blcJings fpring ; 
TV extended (hade, the fruitful ikies. 
The raptures liberty beftows, 
The eternal joys the gofpel (hows, 
AI! from thy boundlefs goodnefs rife, 
31 2 


4 With grateful hearts, with cheerful tongues, 
To Go d we raife united fongs ; 

His power and mercy we proclaim ; 
And frill, thro' ev'ry age, mall own, 
Jehovah here hath fix'd his throne, 

And triumph in his mighty name. 

5 Long as the moon her courfe fhall run,, 
Or man behold the circling fun, 

May'fl thou o'er fair Columbia reign ; 
Still crown her counfels with fuccefs, 
With peace and joy her borders blefs, 

And all her facred rights maintain- 


Deliverances, Num. xxiii. 23. 

1 TT7HAT hath God wrought! might If rati fayv 

* * When Jordan roll'd its tide away, 
And gave a palTage to their bands, 
Safely to march acrofs its fands. 

2 What hath God 'wrought I might well be faid, 
When Jefus, riling from the dead, 
Scatter'd the fhades of Pagan night, 

And bleiVd the nations with his light. 

3 What hath God wrought! O blifsful theme 
Are we redeem'd and call'd by him ? 
Shall we be led the defert thro' ? — 
And fafe arrive at glory too ! — 

4 The news fhall every harp employ, 
Fill every tongue with rapturous joy; 
When fhall we join the heavenly throng", 
To fwell the triumph and the fong ! 



Prayer for the President, Co'ngress,- 
Magistrates, &c. 

1 O RE AT Lord of all, thy matchlefs power 
^-* Archangels in the heavens adore ; 
With them, our Sov'reign thee we own, 
And bow the knee before thy throne. 

2 Let dove-eyed peace with odour'd wing r 
On us her grateful bleffings fling, 
Freedom fpread beauteous as the morn, 
And plenty fill her ample horn. 

3 Pour on our Chief thy mercies down, 
His days with heavenly wifdom crown ; 
Refolve his heart, where'er he goes, 

" To launch the ftream that duty {hows.'* 

4 Over our Capitol diffufe, 

Frcm hills divine, thy welcome dews ; 
While Congress in one patriot band, 
Prove the firm fortrefs of our land. 

5 Our Magistrates with grace fuftain, 
Nor let them bear the fword in vain ; 
Long as they fill their awful feat, 

Be vice feen dying at their feet. 

6 For ever from the weflern fky, 
Bid the * deftroying angeV fly ; 

With grateful fongs our hearts infpire,- 
And round us blaze a wall of fire. 



DXXXVII. C. M. Steele, 

Deftring the Prefence of God in Ajjlidion. 

1 HPHOU only centre of my reft, 

•*• Look down with pitying eye, 
While with protracted pain oppreft 
I breath the plaintive figh. 

2 Thy gracious prefence, O my God, 

My every with contains ; 
With this, beneath afflictions load, 
My heart no more complains. 

3 This can my every care control, 

Gild each dark fcene with light } 
This is the funfhine of the foul, 
Without it all is night. 

4 My Lord, my life, O cheer my heart 

Wi^h thy reviving ray, 
And bid thefe mournful (hades depart> 
And bring the dawn of day ! 

5 O happy fcenes of pure delight ! 

Where thy full beams impart 
Unclouded beauty to the fight, 
And rapture to the heart. 

6 Her part in thofe fair realms of blifs, 

My fpirit longs to know; 

My wifhes terminate in this, ■ 

Nor can they reit below. 

7 Lord, fhall the breathings of my heart 

Afpire in vain to thee ? 
Confirm my hope, that where thou art, 
I fhall for ever be. 

SICKNESS. • 53,8, 

8 Then fliall my cheerful fpirit ling 
Thedaikfome hours away, 
And rile on faith's expanded wing 
To everlafting day. 

DXXXVIII. C. M. Da. Watts. 

Complaint and Hope under great Pain* 

i "If ORD, I am pain'd ; but I refign 
■*-* My body to thy will ; 
'Tis grace, 'tis wifdom all divine, 
Appoints the pains I feci. 

2 Dark are thy ways of providence, 

While they who love thee groan : 
Thy reafons lie conceal'd from fenfe, 
Myfterious and unknown. 

3 Yet nature may have leave to fpeak, 

And plead before her God, 
Left the o'erburden'd heart mould break. 
Beneath thine heavy rod. 

4 Thefe mournful groans and flowing tears 9 

Give my poor fpirit eafe : 
While every groan my Father heart, 
And every tear he fees. 

5 [How (hall 1 glorify my God 

In bonds of grief confin'd ? 
Damp'd is my vigor, while this clod 
Ha/igs heavy on my mind.] 

O Is not fome fmiling hour at hand 
With peace upon its winps ? 
Give it, O God, thy fwift command., 
With all the joys it brings. 


DXXXrX. C. M. Leech. 

For a Time of general Sicknefs. 

i "pvEATH, with his dread eonimiffion fcal'd, 
-*~^ Now haftens to his arms ; 
In awful (late he takes the field, 
And founds his dire alarms. 

2 Attendant plagues around him /land, 

And wait his dread command ; 
And pains, and dying groans obey 
The fignal of his hand. 

3 With cruel force he fcatters round 

His (hafts of deadly power ; 
While the grave waits its deftin'd prey, 
Impatient to devour.- 

4 Look up, ye heirs of endlefs joy, 

Nor let your fears prevail ; 
Eternal life is your reward, 
When life on earth (hall fail. 

5 What tho* his darts, promifcuous hurPd, 

Deal fatal plagues around ; 
And heaps of putrid carcafes 
O'erload the cumber'd ground ; 

6 The arrows that mail wound your fleffe, 

Were given him from above, 
Dipt in the great Redeemer's blood, 
And feather'd all with love. 

7 Thefe with a gentle hand, he throws, 

And faints lie gafping too ; 
But heavenly ftrength fupports their fouls, 
And bears them conquerors thro*. 

RECOVERY. 540, 541 

8 Joyful they ftretch their wings abroad* 
And all in triumph rife 
To the fair palace of their God, 
And maniions in the flcies. 

DXL. S. M. Beddomb. 
SubmjJJion under AffliSicn. 

1 T\OST thou my profit feek, 
*~* And chaften as a friend? 

O God j I'll kifs the fmarting rod, 
There's honey at the end. 

2 Doft thou thro' death's dark vale 
Conduct to heaven at lair. I 

The future good will make amends 
For all the evil pad. 

3 Lord. I would not repine 
At ftrokes in mercy fent-; 
If the chaftifement comes in love, 
My foul fhall be content. 

DXLI. L. M. W . 

Sicknefs and Recovery. 

1 A WHILE remain'd the doubtful {Irife, 
J. \. 'Till Jefus gave me back my life, 

My life ? — my foul, recali the word, 
'Tis life to fee thy gracious Lord, 

2 Why inconvenient now to die ? 
Vile unbelief, O tell me why ? 
When can it inconvenient be, 

My loving Lord, to come to thee ? 

3 He faw me make the (port of hell, 
He knew the tempter's malice well, 
And when my foul had all to fear, 
Then did the glorious Sun appear ! 

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4 O blefs him ! — blefs, ye dying faints, 
The God of grace when nature faints ! 
He fhew'd my fleiTi the gaping grave, 
To (hew me he had power to fave. 

DXLII. CM. Dr. Doddridge. 

Praife for Recovery from Sicknefs, Pf. cxviii. l 8, 19. 

1 OOVEREIGN of life, I own thy hand 
*^ In every chaftening firoke ; 

And, while I fmart beneath thy rod, 
Thy prefence I invoke. 

2 To thee in my diflrefs I cried, 

And thou hall bow'd thine ear ; 
Thy powerful word my life prolong'd, 
And brought falvation near. 

3 Unfold, ye gates of righteoufnefs, 

That, with the pious throng, 
I may record my folemn vows, 
And tune my grateful fong. 

4 Praife to the Lord, whofe gentle hand 

Renews our laboring breath : 
Praife to the Lord, who makes his faints 
Triumphant e'en in death. 

5 My Gody hi thine appointed hour 

Thofe heavenly gates difplay, 
Where pain and fin, and fear and death 
For ever flee away. 

6 There, while the nations of the blefsM, 

With raptures bow around, 
My anthems to delivering grace, 
Jn fweeter (trains (hall foiyjd. 



DXLIIl. L. M. Steele. 

The fhortnefs of Time and frailty of Man, Pf. xxxix. 

1 A LMIG HTY Maker of my frame, 
'*■*' Teach me the meafure of my days ! 
Teach me to know how e»ail I am, 
And fpend the remnant to thy praife. 

2 My days are fhorter than a fpan, 
A little point my life appears ; 
How frail at heft is dying man ! 
How vain are all his hopes and fears. 

3 Vain his ambition, noife, and fnow ! 
Vain are the cares which rack his mind ! 
He heaps up trcafures mi:;'d with woe ; 
And dies, and leaves them all behind. 

4 O be a nobler portion mine ; 

My God, I bow before thy throne, 
Earth's fleeting treafjres I refign, 
And fix my hope on thee alone. 

DXLIV. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

The Wifdom of redeeming Time, Eph. v. 15, 16. 

1 /""^ OD of eternity, from thee 

^- jr Did infant-Time his being draw ; 
Moments and days, and months, and years, 
Revolve by thine unvaried law. 

2 Silent and flow they glide away : 
Steady and ftrong the current flows, 
Loft in eternity's wide fea, 

The boundlefs galph, from whence it rofe. 


3 With it the thcughtlefs Tons of men 
Before the rapid ftreams are borne, 
On to that everlaMing home, 
Whence not one foul can e'er return. 

4 Yet while the ft ore on either fide 
Prefents a gaudy flattering mow, 
We gaze, in fond amazement lofb, 
Nor think to what a world we go. 

5 Great fource of wife! i, teach my heart 
To know the price of every hour; 
That time may bear me on to joys 
Beyond its meafure, and its power. 

DXLV. 7s. Ryland, Junior. 

The Saint happy in being entirely at the Dlfpofal 

of his Gon. — My Times are in thy Hand, 

Pfalm xxxi. 15. xxxiv. 1. 

1 C OVEREIGN Ruler of the fides, 
^ Ever gracious, ever wife ! 

Ail my times are in thy hand, 
All events at thy command. 

2 His decree, who form'd the earth, 
Fi^'d my nrft and fecond birth : 
Parents, native-place, and time, 
All appointed were by him. 

3 He that form'd me in the womb, 
He ihall guide me to the tomb ; 
All my times fhall ever be 
Order d by his wife decree. 

4 Times of ficknefs, times of health; 
Times of penury and wealth : 
Times o£ trial and of grief; 
Times of triumph and relief; 


5 Times *hc tempter's power to prove } 
Times to taile a Saviour s love ; 

All mull come, and lad, and end, 
As fhall pleafe my heavenly friend. 

6 Plagues and deaths around me iiy; 
Till he bids, I cannot die : 

Not a fmgle fliaft can hit 
Till the God of love fees fit. 

7 O thou gracious, wife and juft, 
In thy hands my life I truft : 
Have I fomewhat dearer ftill ? 
I relign it to thy will. 

8 May I always own thy hand — 
Still to the furrender (land ; 
Know that thou art God alone, 
I and mine are all thy own. 

9 Thee at all times will I blefs ; 
Having thee, I all poffefs : 
How can I bereaved be, 
Since I cannot part with thee. 

DXLVL CM. Steele. 

Time and Eternity 1 or, longing after unfecn Plc.ifures, 
2 Cor. iv. 1 8. 

1 TTOW long fliall earth's alluring toys 
-*--*' Detain our hearts and eyes, 
Regardlefs of immortal joys, 

And Grangers to the ikies ? 

2 Thefe transient f:enes will focn decay, 

They fade upon the fight ; 
And quickly v/ili their brighter day- 
Be lo'f in endlefs nlcht. 


3 Their brightefr day, alas, how vain ! 

With confeious fighs we own ; 
While clouds of forrow, care, and pain, 
O'erfliade the fmiling noon. 

4 O could our thoughts and wifhes fly 

Above thefe gloomy (hades, 
To thofe bright worlds beyond the fky, 
Which forrow ne'er invades. 

5 There joys unfeen by mortal eyes, 

Or reafon's feeble ray, 
In ever blooming profpecls rife, 
Unconfcious of decay. 

6 Lord, fend a beam of light divine, 

To guide our upward aim ! 

With one reviving touch of thine 

Our languid hearts inflame. 

7 Then fhall, on faith's fublimefl wing, 

Our ardent wifhes rife 
To thofe bright fcenes, where pleafures fpring 
Immortal in the fkies. 


Divine mercies in conjlant Succeffion, Lam. iii. 2 2, 2 

i Tl OW various and how new, 
■*■ -"- Are thy companions Lord! 
Each morning fhall thy mercy mew 
Each night thy truth record. 

2 Thy goodnefs, like the fun, 
Dawn'd on our early d?.ys, 
Ere infant-reafon had begun 
To form cur lips to praife. 


3 Each object we beheld 
Gave pleafure to our eyes : 

And nature a!! our fenfes held 
In bands of fweet furprife. 

4 But pleafures more reiln'd 
Awaited that blefsM day 

When light arofe upon our mind, 
And chas'd our fins away. 

5 Kow new thy mercies then ! 
How fovereign and how free ! 

Our fouls that had been dead in fin. 
Were made alive to thee. 


6 Now we expect a day 
Still brighter far than this, 

When death (hall bear our fouls away 
To realms of light and blifs. 

7 There rapturous fcenes of joy 
Shall burft upon our fight : 

And every pain, and tear and figh, 
Be drown'd in endlefs night. 

8 Beneath thy balmy wing, 
O Sun of righteoufnefs, 

Our happy fouls (hall fit and fing 
The wonders of thy grace. 

9 Nor mail that radiant day 
So joyfully begun, 

In evening fhadows die away, 
Beneath the fitting fun. 

10 How various and how new 
Are thy companions, Lord ! 

Eternity thy love fhall fhew, 
And all thy truth record. 

548, 549* TIME AND ETERNITY". 

Eternity jcyful and tremendous. 

1 pTERNITYisjuftathand: 

-*- J And mall I wafte my ebbing fand, 
And carelefs view departing day, 
And throw my inch of time away ? 

2 Eternity, tremendous found ! 
To guilty fouls a dreadful wound ; 
But O ! if Chr'ijl and heaven be mine, 
How fweet the accents ! how divine ! 

3 Be this my chief, my only care, 
My high purfuit, my ardent prayer, 
An intereft in the Saviour's blood, 
My pardon feal'd and peace with God. 

4 But mould my brighteft hopes be vain, 
The rifing doubt, how fiiarp its pain ! 
My fears, O gracious God, remove, 
Speak me an objed of thy love. 

5 Search, Lord, O fearch my inmofl: heart, 
And light, and hope, and joy impart ; 
From guilt and error fet me free, 

And guide me fafe to heaven and thee. 

DXLIX. 8. 8. 6. Chatham Tune. 
A Prayer for Serioufnefsi in Prof peel of Eternity. 

1 T^HOU God of glorious majefty ! 
-*• To thee, again ft myfelf, to thee, 

A finful worm, 1 cry: 
An half-awakenM child of man, 
An heir of endlefs blifs or pain, 
A (inner born to die. 


2 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded feas I Hand, 

Yet how infenfible i 
A point of time, a moment's fpace, 
Removes me to yon heavenly place, 

Or — fhuts me up in hell ! 

3 O God, my inmoft foul convert, 
And deeply on my thoughtful heart 

Eternal things imprefs ; 
Give me to feel their folemn weight, 
And fave me ere it be too late, 

Wake me to righteoufnefs. 

4 Before me place, in bright array, 
The pomp of that tremendous day, 

When thou with clouds (halt come 
To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
And tell me, Lord, (hall I be there 

To meet a joyful doom ? 

5 Be this my one great bus'nefs here, 
With holy trembling, holy fear, 

To make my calling fure ! 
Thine utmoft: counfel to fulfil, 
And fuffer all thy righteous will, 

And to the end endure ! 

6 Then, Saviour, then my foul receive 
Tranfported from this vale, to live 

And reign with thee above ; 
Where faith is fv/eetly loll in fight, 
And hope, in full fupreme delight 

And everlafting love. 

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hh. C. M. Canterbury Tunc. 
Dr. Watts's Lyric. 

Death and Eternity. 

1 TV/TY thoughts, that often mount the Ikies* 
•**-■- Go, fearch the world beneath, 
Where nature all in ruin lies, 

And owns her fovereign, death. 

2 The tyrant how he triumphs here*, 

His trophies fpread around ! 
And heaps of dud and bones appear 
Thro' all the hollow ground. 

3 Thefe fkulls, what ghaftly figures now ! 

How loathfcme to the eyes ! 
Thefe are the heads we lately knew 
So beauteous and fo wife. 

4 But where the fouls, thofe deathlefs things, 

That left their dying clay ? 
My thoughts, now ftretch out all your wings, 
And trace eternity ! 

5 O that unfathomable fea ! 

Thofe deeps without a fhore ! 
Where living waters gently play, 
Or fiery billows roar. 

6 There we fhall fvvim in heavenly blifs, 

Or fink in flaming waves, 
While the pale carcafe breathlefs lies 
Among the f lent graves. 

* Bnfchill- Fields. 


7 " Prepare us, Lord, for thy right-hand, 
" Then com? the joyful day, 
" Come, death, and fome celeftial band, 
" To bear our fouls away." 

DLL 148th. Tgplady's Collection. 
The Mulm«ht Cry, Matt. x>:v. 6. 

"yE virgin fouls, arife, 
-*- With all the dead awake, 

Unto falvation wife, 

Oil in your veffels take : 
Upftaning at the midnight-cry, 
Behold your heavenly bridegroom nigh. 

He comes, he comes, to call 

The nations to his bar, 

And take to glory all v 

Who meet for glory are : 
Make ready for your free reward, 
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord — 

Go, meet him in the iky, 

Your everlatling friend : 

Your head to glorify, 

With all his faints afcend : 
Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace 
To fee, without a veil, his face. 

Ye, that have here received 

The uD&icra from above, 

And in bis Spirit liv'd, 

And thirfted for his love ; 
Jefus (hall claim you for his bride ; 
Rejoice with all the fan&ify'd. 

55,2. DEATH* 

5 Rejoice, in glorious hope 
Of that great day unknown, 
When you mall be caught up 
To (land before his throne ; 

Cail'd to partake the marriage-feafr, 
And lean on our Immanuers breaftr 

6 The everlafting doors 
Shall foon the faints receive, 
Above thofe angel-powers 
T.n glorious joy to live ; 

Far from a world of grief and fin, 
With God eternally fhut in. 

7 Then let us wait to hear 

The trumpet's welcome found ; 

To fee our Lord appear, 

May we be watching found * 
Enrob'd in righteoufnefs divine, 
In which the bride (hall ever mine. 

DLII. C. M. 

Vitlory ever Death through Christ, I Cor. xv. 57. 

1 VICT HEN death appears before my fight 

* * In all his dire array, 

Unequal to the dreadful fight, 

My courage dies away. 

2 But fee my glorious leader nigh ! 

My Lord, my Saviour lives ; 
Before him death's pale terrors fly, 
And my faint heart revives. 

3 He left his dazzling throne above, 

He met the tyrant's dart, 
And (O, amazing power of love!) 
Receiv'd it in his heart. 

DEATH. 55$, 

4 No more, O grim deflroyer, boafl 

Thy univerfal (way; 
To heaven-born fouls thy (ting is loft, 
Thy night, the gates of day. 

5 Lord, I commit my foul to thee^ 

Accept the facred truft, 
Receive this nobler part of me, 
And watch my fleeping duft : 

6 'Till that illuilrious morning come, 

When all thy flints (hall rife, 
And cloth'd in full immortal bloom, 
Attend thee to the fides. 

7 When thy triumphant armies fing 

The honors of thy name, 
And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With glory to the Lamb ; 

8 O let me join the raptur'd lays, 

And with the blifsful throng 
Refound falvation, power, and praife, 
In everlafting fong. 

DLIIT. CM. Dr.Watts'sL 

The welcome Mejtenger, 

i If" ORD, when we fee a faint of thine 
■*- i Lie gafping out his breath, 
With longing eyes, and looks divine, 
Smiling and pleas'd in death ; 

2 How we could e'en contend to lay 
Our limbs upon that bed ! 
We afk thine envoy to convey 
Our fpifits in his (lead. 


554- DEATH. 

3 Our fouls are rifing on the wing, 

To venture in his place ; 
For when grim death has loft his (ling, 
He has an angel's face. 

4 J e f u5 > ^ en P ur g e m y crimes away, 

'Tis guilt creates my fears ; 
'Tis guilt gives death his fierce array, 
And all the arms he bears. 

5 O ! if my threatening fins were gone, 

And death had loll his fling, 
I could invite the angel on, 
And chide his lazy wing. 

6 Away thefe interpofing days, 

And let the lovers meet ; 
The angel has a cold embrace, 
But kind, and foft, and fweet. 

7 I'd leap at once my feventy years, 

I'd rufh into his arms, 
And lofe my breath, and all my cares, 
Amid thofe heavenlv charms. 

8 Joyful I'd lay this body down, 

And leave this lifelefs clay, 

Without a figh, without a groan, 

And ftretch and foar away. 

DLIV. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Defying to depart and be with Christ, Phil. i. 23. 

1 tT7"HIL'E on the verge of life I (land, 
v And view the fcene on either hand, 

My fpirit druggies with my clay, 

And longs to wing its flight away. 
z Where J>fus dwells my foul would be ; 

And faints my much-lov'd Lord to fee ; 

Earth, twine no more about my heart, 

For 'tis far better to derart. 

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3 Come, ye angelic envoys, come, 
And lead the willing pilg-ims homel 
Ye know the way to Jcfus' throne, 
Source of my joys, and of your own. 

4 That blifsful interview, how fweet 1 
To fall tranfported at his feet ! 
Rais'd in his arms, to view his face, 
Thro' the full beamings of his grace ! 

5 As with a /graph's voice to fing ! 
To fly as on a cherub's wing ! 
Performing, with unwearied hands, 
The prefent Saviour's high commands, 

6 Yet, with thefe profpecls full in fight, 
We'll wait thy fignal for the flight ; 
For while thy fervice we purfue, 

We find a heaven in all we do. 

DLV. C. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric. 

The Prefer/ ce of God worth dying for ; or, the Death 
of Mofes, Deut. xxxii. 49, 50. xxxiv. 5. 

1 T ORD, 'tis an infinite delight 
"*- J To fee thy lovely face, 

To dwell whole ages in thy fight, 
And feel thy vital rays. 

2 This Gabriel knows, and fings thy name, 

With rapture on his tongue ; 
Mofes the faint enjoys the fame, 
And heaven repeats the fong. 

3 While the bright nation founds thy praife 

From each eternal hill, 
Sweet odors of exhaling grace 
The happy region fill. 

$$6. DEATH. 

4 Thy We, a Tea without a more, 

Spreads life and joy abroad ; 
O 'tis a heaven worth dying for, 
To fee a fmiling God! 

5 Sweet was the journey to the Iky, 

The wondrous prophet try'd ; 
" Climb up the mount,'* fays God, " and die :" 
The prophet climb'd and died. 

6 Softly his fainting head he lay 

Upon his Maker's bread ; 
His Maker kifs'd his foul away, 
And laid his flefh to reft. 

7 Shew me thy face, and I'll away 

From all inferior things ; 
Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay, 
And ftretch my airy wings. 

DLVI. L. M. Dr.S.Stennett. 

Children dying in their Infancy, in the arms of Jes-SJS, 
Matt. xix. 14. 

1 THY life I read, my dearefl Lord, 

■*■ With tranfport all divine ; 
Thine image trace in every word, 
Thy love in every line. 

2 Methinfcs I fee a thoufand charms 

Spread o'er thy lovely face, 
While infants in thy tender arms 
Receive the fmiling grace. 

3 " I take th.efe lambs," faid he, 

" And lay them in my bread ; 
" Protection they .(hall rind in me. 
" In me be ever bleft. 

DEATH. 557 , 

l " Death rrfty the bands of life unloofe, 
" But can't diiTblve my love: 
" Millions of infant-fouls compofe 
" The family above. 

; " Their feeble frames my pow'r mall raife, 
" And mould with heavenly flail : 
" I'll give them tongues to fing my praife, 
" And hands to do my will." 

► His words the happy parents hear, 
And fliout with joys divine, 
Dear Saviour, all we have and are 
Shall be for ever thine. 

DLVII. CM. Canterbury Tune. Steels, 

At the Funeral of a young Per/on. 

"\T7HEN blooming youth is fhatch'd away 

* T By death's refiftlefs hand, 
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 
Which pity muft demand. 

While pity prompts the rifing figb, 

O may this truth, impreft 
With awful power, — I too mull die,— < 

Sink deep in every breaft. 

Let this vain world engage no more ; 

Behold the gaping tomb ! 
It bids us feize the prefent hour, 

To-morrow death may come. 

. The voice of this alarming fcene 
.May every heart obey ; 
Nor be the heavenly warning vain, 
Which calls to watch and pray. 

i m 

558. DEATH. 

5 O let us fly, to Jefus fly, 

Whofe powerful arm can fave ; 
Then mall our hopes afcend on high, 
And triumph o'er the grave. 

6 Great God, thy Cover eign grace impart, 

With cleanfing, healing power ; 
This only can prepare the heart 
For death's furprifing hour. 

DLVIII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Comfort for pwus Parents, who have been bereaved of 
their Children, Ifaiah lvi. 4, 5. 

i X^E mourning faints, whofe dreaming tears 
f~ Flow o'er your children dead» 
Say not in tranfports of defpair, 
That all your hopes are fled. 

2 While cleaving to that darling dud, 

In fond diftrefs ye lie, 
Rife and with joy and reverence view 
A heavenly parent nigh. 

3 Tho', your young branches torn away, 

Like withered trunks ye ftand, 
With fairer verdure mail ye bloom, 
Touch'd by th* Almighty's hand. 

4 " I'll give the mourner," faith the Lord % 

" In my own houfe a place ; 
" No names of daughters and of fons 
" Could yield fo high a grace. 

5 " Tranfient and vain is every hope 

" A rifing race can give ; 
" In endlefs honor and delight 
" My children all (hall live." 

DEATH. 559. 

6 We welcome, Lord, thofe rifing tears, 
Thro' which thy face we fee, 
And blefs thofe wounds, which thro' our hearts 
Prepare a way for thee. 

DLIX, L. M. Fawcett. 

The Death of the Sinner and the Saint. 

1 "VT7HAT fcenes of horror and of dread, 

* * Await the finner's dying bed ! 
Death's terrors all appear in fight, 
Prefages of eternal night. 

2 His fins in dreadful order rife, 
And fill his foul with fad furprife ; 
Mount Sinai's thunder duns his ears, 
And not one ray of hope appears. 

3 Tormenting pangs diftract his breaft, 
Where'er he turns, he finds no reft : 
Death ftrikes the blow, he groans and cries, 
And, m defpair and horror, dies. 

4 Not fo the heir of heavenly blifs ; 
His foul is fill'd with confcious peace ; 
A Heady faith fubdues his fear ; 

He fees the happy Canaan near. 

5 His mind is tranquil and ferene, 
No terrors in his looks are feen ; 
His Saviour's fmile difpels the gloom, 
And fmooths his pafTage to the tomb. 

6 Lord, make my faith and love fincere, 
My judgment found, my confcience clear ; 
And when the toils of life are part, 

May I be found in peace at laft. 
3 M 2 

560,56*.- DEATH. 

DLX. 104th. 
On the Death of a Believer. 

\ ['"ITS fmim'd, 'tis done! the" fpirit is fled, 

-** Our brother is gone, the chridian is dead; 
The chriftian is living in Jefus's love, 
And gladly receiving a kingdom above. 

2 Ail honor and praife are Jefus's due ; 
Supported by grace, he fought his way thro' : 
Triumphantly glorious, thro' Jefus's zeal, 

And more than victorious o'er fin, death and hell. J 

3 * Then let us record the conquering name, 
Our Captain and Lord, with fh outings proclaim ; 
Who truft in his pafTion, and follow their head, 
To certain falvation, fhall furely be led. 

4 O J e f us * ^ eac ^ on tn y niilitant care, 

And give us the crown of righteoufnefs there ; 
Where dazzling with glory, the feraphim gaze, 
Or proftrate adore thee in filence of praife. 

5 Within us difplay thy love, when we die, 
And bear us away to manfions on high : 
^'he kingdom be given, of glory divine, 
And crown us in heaven eternally thine. 

DLXI. S. M. Toplady's Collection. 

Preparation for Death, Matt. xxiv. 44. 

1 Y) REP A RE me, gracious God, 
■*■ To ftand before thy face ; 
Thy Spirit muft the work perform, 
For it is all of grace. 

* If the laft three verfes of this Hymn be fung alone, Ehcfl 
fcegin verfe the third, thus, 

New let us record the conquering name. 

DEATH. ?62. 


1 In Chrift's obedience cloche, 
And warn me in his blood : 
So (hill I lift my head with joy. 
Among the fons of God. 

3 Do thou my fins fubdue, 

Thy fovereign love make known ; 
The fpii it of my mind renew, 
And fave me in thy Son. 

4 Let me attefl thy power, 

Let me thy goodnefs prove, * 

'Till my full foul can hold no more 
Of everlafting love. 

DLXII. C. M. Dr. Doddridge.. 
Departed Saints ajleep, Mark v. 39. l ThefT. iv. 13 

1 « VI7 HY flow thefe torrents of diftrefs ?" 

^ * (The gentle Saviour cries) 
" Why ajre my fieeping faints farvey'd 
*' With unbelieving eyes ? 

2 " Death's feeble arm mall never boaft, 

" A friend of Chrtft is flain ; 
u Nor o'er their meaner part in duft 
" A lading power retain. 

3 M I come, on wings of love I come, 

" The (lumberers to awake j 
* ; My voice fhall reach the deepeft tomb, 
a And all its bounds ihall break. 

4 " Touch'd by my hand, in fmiles they rife ; 

" They rife, to fleep rio more ; 
*• But rob'd with light, and crown'd with joy, 
** To endlefs day they foar." 

5 jtfus, our faith receives thv word; 

And, tho' fond nature weep, 
Grace learns to hail the pious dead, 
And emulate their fleep. 

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6 Our willing fouls thy fummons wait 
With them to reft and praife ; 
So let thy much-lov'd prefence cheer 
Thefe feparating days. 

DLXIlI. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Suhmifficn under bereaving Providences, Pfalna xlvi. 10= 

1 T)E ACE, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand 
* That blafts our joys in death ; 
Changes the vifage once fo dear, 

And gathers back the breath. 

2 'Tis he, the potentate fupreme 

Of all the worlds above, 
Whofe fteady counfels wifely rule, 
Nor from their purpofe move. 

3 'Tis he, whofe juftice might demand 

Our fouls a facrifice ; 
Yet fcatters with unwearied hand, 
A thoufand rich fupplies. 

4 Our covenant God and father he 

In Chrijl our bleeding Lord; 
Whofe grace can heal the burfling heart 
With one reviving word. 

5 Fair garlands of immortal blifs 

He weaves for every brow ; 

And (hall rebellious paffions rife, 

When he corrects us now ! 

6 Silent we own Jehovah's name, 

We kifs the fcourging hand ; 
And yield our comforts and our life 
To thy fupreme command. 

DEATH. 564, $6$. 

DLXIV. L. M. S— . 

Satisfaction In God under the Lofs of dear Friends. 

\ THE God of love will fure indulge 
■*- The flowing tear, the heaving ugh, 
When righteous perfons fall around, 
When tender friends and kindred die. 

2 Yet not one anxious murmuring thought 
Should with our mourning paflions blend ; 
Nor would our bleeding hearts forget 
Th' almighty ever-living friend. 

3 Beneath a numerous train of ills, 
Our feeble flefh and heart may fail ; 
Yet mail our hope in thee, our God, 
O'er every gloomy fear prevail. 

4. Parent and huiband, guard and guide, 
Thou art each tender name in one ; 
On thee we cad our every caro, 
And comfort feek from thee alone. 

5 Our Father God, to thee we look, 
Our rock, our portion, and our friend j 
And on thy covenant-love and truth, 
Our finking fouls (hall ftill depend. 

DLXV. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
Death and Judgment appointed to all, Heb. ix. 27. 

1 TTEAVEN has confirm'd the great decree, 
"•■J" That Adam's race mud die : 

One general ruin fweeps them down, 
And low in dufl they lie. 

2 Ye living men, the tomb furvey, 

Where you mud quickly dwell ; 
Hark how the awful fumraons founds 
In every funeral knell ! 

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3 Once you mud die, and once for all 

The folemn purport weigh ; 
For know, that heaven or hell attend 
On that important day. 

4 Thofe eyes, To long in darknefs veil'd, 

Muft wake, the judge to fee, 
And every word and every thought 
Muft pafs his fcrutiny. 

5 O may I in the Judge behold 

My Saviour and my friend, 
And, far beyond the reach of death* 
With all his faints afcend. 

DLXVI. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

Comfort under (be Lofs of M'mtflers. 

i VfOW let our drooping hearts revive, 
T™ And all our tears be dry; 
Why fhould thofe eyes be drown'd in grief, 
Which view a Saviour nigh ? 

2 What tho' the arm of conquering death. 

Does God's own houfe invade ? 
What tho' the prophet and the prieft 
Be number'd with the dead ? 

3 Tho* earthly (liepherds dwell in duft, 

The aged and the young, 
The watchful eye in darknefs clos'd, 
And mute th' inftruclive tongue : 

4 Th' eternal Shepherd dill furvives 

New comfort to impart ; 
His eye (till guides us, and his voice 
Still animates our feeart. 

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5 il Lo, I am with you," faith the Lore?, 
" My church fliali fafe abide ; 
" For I will ne'er forfake my own, 
" Whofe fouls in me confide." 

<S Thro* every fcene of life and death, 
This promife is our trufl ; 
And this (hall be our children's fong, 
When we are cold in duft. 

DLXVII. 8. 7. 4. Jordan Tune, 

The Grave; or, Christ a Guide through Death to 

1 OUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah! 
^-* Pilgrim thro' this barren land ; 

I am weak, but thou art mighty, 

Hold me with thy powerful hand ; 
Bread of heaven, 
Feed me till I want no more. 

2 Open thou the cryftal fountain, 

Whence the healing dreams do flow ; 
Let the fiery cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey thro* : 
Strong deliverer, 
Be thou (till my (trength and mield. 

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears fubfide; 
Death of deaths, and hell's deduction, 

Land me fafe on Canaan's fide: 
Songs of praifes, 
I will ever give to t.iee. 

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DLXVTIL CM. Carolina Tunc. 

The Bodies cf the Saints quickened and raifed ly the 
Spirity Rom. viii. 1 1. 

i \T7HY faould our murmuring thoughts delight 
* * To grovel in the duft ? 
Or why mould {[reams of tears unite 
Around th* expiring juft? 

2 Did not the Lord our Saviour die, 

And triumph o'er the grave ? 

Did not our Lord afcend on high* 

And prove his power to fave ? 

3 Doth not the facred Spirit come, 

And dwell in all the faints? 
And mould the temples of his grace 
Refound with long complaints ? 

4 Awake, my foul, and like the fun 

Burft thro* each fable cloud ; 
And thou, my voice, tho' broke with fighs, 
Tune forth thy fongs aloud. 

5 The Spirit- rais'd my Saviour up, 

When he had bled for me ; 
And, fpite of death and hell, mail raife 
Thy pious friends and thee. 

6 Awake, ye faints, that dwell in dufl 

Your hymns of victory fing ; 
And let his dying fervants truft 
Their ever-living Kirn,. 

OF THE BODY* 569, 

DLXtX. CM. Dr. Watts'* Lyric. 

A ProfpeB nf the RefurreBion. 

1 TTOW long (hall death the tyrant reign, 
■*■ * And triumph o'er the jufl ; 
While the rich blood of martyrs flain 
Lies mingled with the dult ? 

1 Lo, I behold the fcatter'd fhades, 
The dawn of heaven appears ; 
The fweet immortal morning fpreads 
Its blufhes round the fpheres. 

3 I fee the Lord of glory come, 

And flaming guards around; 
The fides divide to make him room, 
The trumpet makes the ground. 

4 I hear the voice, " Te dead, anfeP' 

And lo the graves obey : 
And waking faints with joyful eyes 
Salute th' expected day, 

5 They leave the dufr, and on the wing 

Rife to the midway-air, 
, In mining garments meet their King, 
And low adore him there. 

6 O may our humble fpirits ftand 

Among them cloth'd in white ! 
The meaneft place at his right hand 
Is infinite delight. 

7 How will our joy and wonder rife, 

When our returning King 
Shall bear us homeward thro' the fkies, 
On love's triumphant wing ! 
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57°? 57 f ' JUDGMENT. 


DLXX. L. M. Angels Hymn Tune. 
President Davies. 

Shiners and Saints in the Wreck of Nature* 
Ifaiah xxiv. :B — 20. 

1 XTOW great, how terrible that God 
*•* Who fhakes creation with his nod? 
He frowns — earth, fea, all nature's frame 
Sink in one uaiverfal flame. 

z Where now, O where mall finners feek 
For ihelter in the general wreck ? 
Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown I 
See rocks, like {how, diftblving down. 

3 In vain for mercy now they cry ; 
In kkes of liquid fire they lie ; 
There on the flaming billows toft, 
For ever — O for ever loft. 

4 But faints undaunted and ferene 

Your eyes (hall view the dreadful fcene ;- 
Your Saviour lives, the worlds expire, 
And earth and Ikies diftblve in fire. 

5 jfefus, the helplefs creature's friend, 
To thee my ail I dare commend; 
Thou canft preferve my feeble foul, 
When lightnings blaze from pole to pole. 


The Books opened^ Rev. xx. 1 2. 
1 \M ETHINKS the laft great day is come, 
1VX Methinks I hear the trumpet found 
That (hakes the earth, rends every tomb, 
And wakes the prifojjers under ground. 


2 The mighty deep gives up her truft, 
Aw'd by the Judge's high command ; 
Both fmall and great now quit their du(t, 
And round the dread tribunal ftand. 

3 Behold the awful books difplay'd, 
Big with the important fates of men : 
Each deed and word now public made, 
As wrote by Heaven's unerring pen. 

if. To every foul, the books aflign 
The joyous or the dread reward : 
Sinners in vain lament and pine, 
No pleas the Judge will here regard. 

5 Lord, when thefe awful leaves unfold, 
May life's fair book my foul approve : 
There may I read my name enroll'd, 
And triumph in redeeming love. 

DLXXII. S. M. Dr. Doddridgs. 

The Final Sentence and Mifcry of the V/lclsd r 
Matt. xxv. 41. 

1 A ND will the Judge defcend r* 
•^ ■*• And mu(t the dead arife ? 

And not a fingle foul efcape 
His all-difcerning eyes ? 

2 And from his righteous lips 
Shall this dread fentence found ; 

And thro' the numerous guilty throng, 
Spread black defpair around ? 

5 " Depart from me, accurs'd, 
" To everJafting flame, 
M For rebel angels fir ft prepar'd, 
** Where mercv never came." 


4 How will my heart endure 
The terrors of that day : 

When earth and heaven, before his face, 
AftoninYd- fhrink away r* 

5 , But ere that trumpet (hakes 

The manfions of the dead ; 
Hark, from the gofpel's cheering found, 
What joyful tidings fpread ! 

6 Ye finners feek his grace, 
Whofe wrath ye cannot bear; 

Fly to the fhelter of his crofs, 
And find falvation there. 

7 So fhall that curfe remove, 
By which the Saviour bled ; 

And the laft awful day fhall pour 
His blemngs on your head. 

DLXXLII. CM, Dr. Doddridge. 

The Final Sentence, and Happinefs of the Righteous 9 
Matt. xxv. 34. 

1 A TTEND, my ear ; my heart, rejoice, 
J- a. Wrnl e Jefus from his throne, 
Before the bright angelic hods, 

Makes his laft fentence known. 

2 When finners, curfed from his face, 

To raging flames are driven ; 
His voice, with melody divine, 
Thus calls his faints to heaven. 

3 " Blefs'd of my Father, all draw near,- 

" Receive the great reward ; 
*'• And life, with raptures to poffcfs 
41 The kingdom love prepar'd. 


4 H Ere earth's foundations firtl were laid, 

" His fovereign purpofe wrought, 
" And rear'd thofe palaces divine, 
" To which you now are brought. 

5 " There (hall you reign unnumber'd years, 

" Protecled by my power ; 
" While fin and death, and pains and cares, 
" Shall vex your fouls no more." 

6 Come, dear majeftic Saviour, come, 

This jubilee proclaim ; 
And teach us language fit to praife 
So great, fo dear a name. 

DLXXIV. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric. 

Comey Lord Jesus. 

i TX7HEN fnall thy lovely face be feen ? 
* * When (hall our eyes behold our God? 
What lengths of diftance lie between, 
And hills of guilt ? A heavy load ! 

2 Our months are ages of delay, 
And (lowly. every minute wears : 
Fly, winged time, and roll away 
Thefe tedious rounds of fluggifti years. 

3 Ye heavenly gates, Ioofe all your chains. 
Let the eternal pillars bow ; 

Bleft Saviour, cleave the (tarry plains, 
And make the cryftal mountains flow. 

4 Hark, how thy faints unite their cries, 
And pray and wait the general doom ; : 
Come, thou, the foul of all our joys, 
Thou, the defire of nations, come. 


5 Put thy bright robes of triumph on, 
And blefs our eyes, and blefs our ears, 
Thou abfent love, thou dear unknown, 
Thou falrejl of ten thouf and fairs. 

DLXXV. 8. 7. 4. Weftbury Tunc, 

Lo, he cometh* 

1 T O! He cometh ! countlefs trumpets 
■*- i Blow to raife the fleeping dead j 
Midfl ten thoufand faints and angels 

See their great exalted Head: 
Welcome, welcome Son of God. 

z Now his merit, by the harpers, 

Thro' th* eternal deep refounds ; 

Now refplendent mine his nail-prints, 
Every eye fhall fee his wounds : 

They who pierc'd him 

Shall at his appearance wail. 

3 Full of joyful expection, 

Saints behold the Judge appear : 
Truth and juftice go before him, 

Now the joyful fentence hear. 
Welcome, welcome Judge divine. 

4 « Come, ye blefTed of my Father, 

" Enter into life and joy; 
€( Baniih all your fears and forrows, 

" Endlefs praife be your employ." 
Welcome, welcome to the fkies. 


Now at once they rife to glory, 

Jefus brings them to the King ; 
There, with all the hoits of heaven, 

They eternal anthems fing : 
Boundleis glory to the Lamb. 

DLXXVI. 8. 7. 4. Helmfley Tune. 

Judgment, Rev. i. 7. vi. 14 — 17. xxii. 17, 20. 

f" 01 he comes with clouds defcending, 
J - J Once for favor'd fmners flain ! 
Thoufand thoufand faints attending, 

Swell the triumph of his train : 
Jefus now {hall ever reign. 

Every eye fhall now behold him 

Rob'd in dreadful majefty ; 
Thofe who fet at nought and fold him, 

Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, 
Deeply wailing, 
Shall the great Meffiah fee. 

Every ifland, fea, and mountain, 

Heaven and earth {hali flee away : 
All who hate him rauft, confounded, 

Hear the trump proclaim the day ; 
Come to judgment ! 
Come to judgment ! come away ! 

Now redemption, long expected, 

See in folemn pomp appear ! 
All his faints, by man rejected, 

Now fhall meet him in the air ! 
See the day of God appear ! 


577* * JUDGMENT. 

5 Anfwer thine own bride and Spirit, 

Haften, Lord, the general doom ! 
The new heaven and eatth t' inherit, 

Take thy pining exiles home : 
All creation 
Travails, groans, and bids thee come ! 

6 Yea ! Amen ! let all adore thee, 

High on thine exalted throne ! 
Saviour, take the power and glory : 

Claim the kingdoms for thine own ! 
O come quickly, 
Hallelujah ! come, Lord, come ! 

DLXXVII. 8.7.4. Painfwick Tune. Newtok. 

The Day of Judgment. 

1 ~P\ AY of judgment, day of wonders ! 
*~* Hark, the trumpet's awful found, 
Louder than a thoufand thunders, 

Shakes the vaft creation round ! 
How the fummons 
Will the finner's heart confound ! 

2 See the Judge our nature weariug, 

Cloth'd in majefry divine ! 
You who long for his appearing, 

Then fhall fay, « This God is mine !*• 
Gracious Saviour, 
Own me in that day for thine ! 

3 At his call, the dead awaken, 

Rife to life from earth and fea : 
All the powers of nature, maken 

By his looks, prepare to flee ; 
Carelefs finner, 
What will then become of thee r ? 


4 Horrors paft imagination, 

Will furprife your trembling heart, 
When you hear your condemnation, 

" Hence, accurfed wretch, depart ! 
u Thou with fatan 
" And his angels, have thy part \ n 

5 But to thofe who have confefTed, 

Lov'd and ferv'd the Lord below ; 
He will fay, " Come near, ye bleffsd, 

" See the kingdom I beftow : 
" You for ever 
" Shall my love and glory know." 

6 Under forrows and reproaches, 

May this thought our courage raife ! 
Swiftly God's great day approaches, 

Sighs (hall then be chang'd to praife : 
May we triumph 
When the world is in a blaze. 

DLXXVIIL C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 

The Loft Judgment. 

1 " XJE comes ! he comes ! to judge the world," 
* ■"■ Aloud th' archangel cries : 
While thunders roll from pole to pole, 
And light'nings cleave the fkies. 

a Th' affrighted nations hear the found, 
And upward lift their eyes : 
The flumb'ring tenants of the ground- 

In living armies rife. 



3 Amid the fliouts of numerous friends, 

Of hofts divinely bright, 
The Judge in folemn pomp defcends, 
Array'd in robes of light. 

4 His head and hairs are white as fnow, 

His eyes a fiery flame, 
A radiant crown adorns his brow/ 
And J ejus is his name. 

5 Writ on his thigh his name appears, 

And fears his vicVries tell : 
Lo ! in his hand the Conqu'ror bears 
The keys of death and hell. 

6 So he afcends the judgment-feat, 

And at his dread command, 
Myriads of creatures round his feet 
In folemn filence (land. 

7 Princes and peafants here expect 

Their laft, their righteous doom ; 
The men who dar'd his grace reject, 
And they who dar'd prefume. 

8 " Depart, ye fons of vice and fin," 

The injar'd jfefus cries, 
While the long-kindling wrath within 
Flames from both his eyes. 

9 And now in words divinely fwect, 

With rapture in his face, 
Aloud his facred lips repeat 
The fentence of his grace : 

io " Well done, my good and faithful fons, 
" The children of my love ; 
<{ Receive the fceptres, crowns and thrones- 
M Prepar'd for you above." 


DLXXIX. 8.8.6. Chatham Tune. 

Longing for a Place at the Right Hand of the 

VTTHEN thou my righteous Judge malt come 
* * To fetch thy ranfom'd people home, 

Shall I among them ftand? 
Shall fuch a worthlefs worm as I, 
Who fometimes am afraid to die, 

Be found at thy right hand. 

I love to meet among them now, 
Before thy gracious feet to bow, 

Tho' vilefr of them all ; 
But can T bear the piercing thought ? 
What if my name mould be left out, 

When thou for them (halt call ! 

Prevent prevent it by thy grace ; 

Be thou, dear Lord y my hiding place, 

In this th' accepted day : 
Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear, 
To ft ill my unbelieving fear ; 

Nor let me fall I pray. 

Let me among thy faints be found, 
Whene'er th' archangel's trump mall found, 

To fee thy fmiling face ; 
Then loudeil of the crowd I'll fing, 
While heaven's refounding manfions ring 

With fhouts of fovcreign grace. 

5&0. HELL. 


DLXXX. C. M. R*land Junior. 
Hell, the Sinner's own Place, A<fb i. 25. 

T ORD, when I read the traitor's doom 8 
•*- J To " his own place confignM," 
What holy fear, and humble hope 
Alternate fill my mind ! 

Traitor to thee I too have been, 

But fav'd by matchlefs grace, 
Or elfe the lowed, hotteft hell 

Had furely been my place. 

Thither I was by law adjudg'd, 

And thitherward rufh'd on ; 
And there in my eternal doom 

Thy juftice might have fhone. 

But lo ! (what wondrous matchlefs lore ! ) 

I call a place my own 
On earth within the gofpel found 

And at thy gracious throne. 

A place is mine among thy faints, 

A place at Jefu 9 s feet, 
And I expect in heaven a place 

Where faints and angels meet. 

Bleft Lamb of God, thy fovereign grace 

To all around I'd tell, 
Which made a place in glory mine, 

Whofe juft defert was hell. 

HELL.' 581,582. 

DLXXXI. L. M. Sheffield Tune. 

1 C INNER, O why fo thouglulefs grown ? 
^ Why in fuch dreadful hafte to die ; 
Daring to leap to worlds unknown, 
Heedkfs againft thy God to ily > 

2 Wilt thou defpife eternal fate, 
Urg'd on by fin's fantaftic dreams, 
Madly attempt th* infernal gate, 
And force thy paffage to the flames I 

3 Stay, firmer, on the gofpel plains, 
Behold the Godot love unfold 
The glories of his dying pains, 
For ever telling, yet untold. 

DLXXXII. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 

The Rich Man and Lazarus ', Luke xvi. 2 J. 

1 TN what confufion earth appears, 

■*■ God's dearefl: children bath'd in tears ; 
W T hile they, who heaven itfelf deride, 
Riot in luxury and pride. 

2 But patient let my foul attend, 
And, ere T cenfure, view the end ; 
That end, how different, who can tell ? 
The wide extremes of heaven and hell. 

3 See the red flames around him twine, 
Who did in gold and purple fhine ! 
Nor can his tongue one drop obtain 
T' allay the fcorching of his pain. 

4 While round the faint, fo poor below, 
Full rivers of falvation flow ; 

On Abram's breaft he leans his head, 
And banquets on celeftial bread. 

$%3. HEAVEN. 

5 Jefus, my Saviour, let me mare 
The meaneft of thy fervants fare ; 
May I at laft approach to tafle 
The bleffings of thy marriage-feafl. 

DLXXXIII. C. M. Steele. 

The Joys of Heaven, 

/^OME Lord, and warm each languid heart, 
^* Infpire each lifelefs tongue ; 
And let the joys of heaven impart 
Their influence to our fong. 

Sorrow, and pain, and every care, 

And difcord there (hall ceafe ; 
And perfect joy, and love fincere 

Adorn the realms of peace. 

The foul, from fin for ever free, 

Shall mourn its power no more ; 
But, cloth'd in fpotlefs purity, 

Redeeming love adore. 

There on a throne, (how dazzling bright !) 

Th' exalted Saviour (nines ; 
And beams ineffable delight 

On all the heavenly minds. 

There fhall the followers of the Lamb 

Join in immortal fongs ; 
And endlefs honors to his name 

Employ their tuneful tongues. 

Lord, tune our hearts to praife and love, 

Our feeble notes infpire ; 
'Till, in thy blifsful courts above, 

We join th* angelic choir. 

HEAVEN. 584. 

BLXXXIV. C. M. Cambridge New Tun:. 
Dr. S. Stennett. 

The prom'ijed Land* 

1 |^\N Jordaq's (lormy banks I ftand, 
^^ And cart a wifhful eye, 

To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
"Where my poffemons lie. 

2 the tranfporting, rapturous fcefte. 

That rifes to my fight ! 
Sweet fields array 'd in living green, 
And rivers of delight ! 

3 There generous fruits that never fail, 

On trees immortal grow : 
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales, 
With milk and honey flow. 

4 All o'er thofe wide extended plains 

Shines one eternal day : 
There God the Sun for ever reigns, 
And fcatters night away. 

5 No chilling winds, or poifonous breath 

Can reach that healthful more : 
Sicknefs, and forrow. pain and death 
Are felt and fear'd no more. 

6 When fhall I reach that happy place, 

And be for ever blefl ? 
When fhall I fee my Father's face, 
And in his bofom red ? 

7 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd foul 

Can here no longer fray : 
Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll, 
Fearlefs I'd launch away. 
1 P 

585. IH.AVKN. 

DLXXXV. 50th. Chariton Tane. J. Straphan. 

I (p\N wings of faith, mount up my foul and rife, 

^S View thine inheritance beyond the fides : 
Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell, 
What endlefs pleafures in thofe manfions dwell : 
Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious, 
O'er fin and death and hell, he reigns victorious. 

No gnawing grief, no fad heart-rending pain, 
In that bled country can admiffion gain ; 
No forrow, there, no foul-tormenting fear, 
For GoJ's own hand fhall wipe the falling tear. 
Here, our Redeemer lives, Sec. 

3 Before the throve a cryflal river glides, 
Immortal verdure decks its cheerful fides : 
Here the fair tree of life majelHc rears 

Its blooming head, and fovereign virtue bears. 
Here our Redeemer lives, &c. 

4 No riling fun his neediefs beams difplays, 
No fickly moon emits her feeble rays : 
The Godhead here celelHal glory fheds, 
Th' exalted Lamb eternal radiance fpreads. 

Here our Redeemer lives, &c. 

5 One didant glimpfe my eager paflion fires ! 
Jefus, to thee, my longing foul afpires ! 
When fhall I at my heavenly home arrive, 
When leave this earth, and when begin to live i' 

For here my Saviour is all bright and glorious, 
O'er fin and death and hell, he reigns victorious. 

HEAVEN. 586,587, 


Departing fight of the Happy Spirit. 
Y7ITAL fpark of heavenly flame ; 
* Quit, O quit this mortal frame ! 
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, 
O the pain, the blifs of dying ! 
Ceafe, fond nature, ceafe thy ftrife, 
And let me languifh into life. 

Hark i they whifper ; angels fay, 
Sifter fpirit, come away : 
What is this abforbs me quite ? 
Steals my fenfes, (huts my fight ; 
Drowns my fpirit, draws my breath ? 
Tell me, my foul, can this be death ? 
The world recedes ; it difappears ; 
Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears 

With founds feraphic ring ; 
Lend, lend your wings, T mount, I fly, 
O grave ! where is thy victory? 
O death ! where is thy fting ? 

DLXXXVII. L. M. Steele. 

The Worfilp of Heaven, John xvii. 24, 

1 f\ For a fweet, infpiring ray, 
^-* To animate cur feeble drains, 
From the bright realms of endlefs day, 
The blifsful realms, where Jefus reigns ! 

2 There, low before his glorious throne, 
Adoring faints and angels fall ; 

And with delightful worihip own 

His fmile their blifs, their heaven, their all. 

3 Immortal glories crown his head, 
While tuneful hallelujahs rife, 

And love, ancj joy, and triumph fpread 
Thro* all ih.' aflemblies of the ikies. 
1 P 2 

$&S. HEAV£N. 

4 He fmiles, and feraphs tune their fongv 
To boundlefs rapture while they gaze ' y 
Ten thoufand thoufand joyful tongues 
Refound his everlafting praife. 

5 There all the favorites of the Lamb 
Shall join at laft the heavenly choir j 
O may the joy-infpiring theme 
Awake our faith and warm defire i 

6 Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit feal 
Our intereft "in that blifsful place ; 
'Till death remove this mortal veil,, 
And we behold thy lovely face. 


The everlaftmg Song. 

i Tj 1 ARTH has engrofs'd my love too long. 
-"^ 'Tis time I lift mine eyes 
Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, 
And to my native (Ides. 

2 There the bleft Man my Saviour fits; 

The Go^ how bright he mines ! 
And fcatters infinite delights 
On all the happy minds. 

3 Seraphs with elevated drains, 

Circle the throne around ; 
And move and charm the Harry plains', 
With an immortal found. 

4 Jefusy the Lcrd, their harps employs; 

jfefus, my love, they ting: 
Jefus, the life of both our joys, 
Sounds fweetfrom every firing,. 


5 [Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds 

Of time and fpace they run ; 
And echo in majeftic founds 
The Godhead of the Son! 

6 And now they fink the lofty tune. 

And gentler notes they play ; 
And bring the Father's equal dovvrr 
To dwell in humble clay. 

7 O facred beauties of the Man! 

( The God refides within : ) 
His flefh. all pure without a ftain ; 
His foul without a fin : 

8 But, when to Calvary they turn, 

Silent their harps abide : 
Sufpended fongs, a moment, mourn 
The God that lov'd and dy'd. 

9 Then, all at once, to living (trains 

They fummon every chord : 
Tell how he triumph'd o'er his pains, 
And chant the rifing Lord.~] 

io Now let me mount and join their fong, 
And be an angel too ; 
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, 
Here's joyful work for you. 

1 1 I would begin the mufic here, 

And fo my foul mould rife : 
for fome heavenly notes to bear 
My paflions to the fkies ! 

12 There ye that love my Saviour {It: 

There I would fain have place, 
Among your thrones* or at your feet* 
So 1 mi<?ht fee his face. 

589 93. DOXOLOGIES, 


(~* LORY to the Father's name, 
^-^ Jef^s excellence proclaim, 
Sing the blefied Spirit's praife, 
Angels fwell the notes we raife. 

DXC. 1 1 2th. 
pRAISE Father, Son and Holy Ghoft, 
-*• Ye furPring and triumphant holt ; 
One God, in perfons three adore, 

The fame in majefty and pow'r : 
Shout to the great Jehovah's praife 
Ye fons of glory and of grace. 

DXCI. 8. 7. 4. 
O LORY be to God the Father, 
^-*" Glory to the eternal Son ; 
Sound aloud the Spirit's praifes, 
Join the elders round throne : 
Hail the glorious Three in One ! 

DXCIL 148th. 

/^ IVE to the Father praife, 

^^ Give giory to the Son ; 

And to the Holy Ghoft, 

Be equal honor done : 
Our mercies thee their author claim, 
All honor to th' eternal name. 

HPO God the great Father be praife, 
-*-■ All glory to Jefus the Son ; 

And to the bleil Spirit of peace, 
Let honors coequal be done. 



Ch. Ver. 

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Ver. Pa#2 



Eft her 4 




3 *5 


Job 11 



$ 2 4 




4 99 

14 18, 19 





18 19 


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*8 23—33 

5 2t 




24 56 





32 26 




49 10 




-3 197 


12 71 iJ 





20 3—12 




28 29 





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21 8, 9 





*3 J 9 




23 23 




8 347 


1 21 





3 2 5 




-5 77 






6 5 





8 2 




3 8 5> 5^7 

32 49* 5° 



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33 25 

12 3 


1 1 


34 5 




437> 43 s 


24 15 






3 4.9 





i Sam 

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7 12 





30 6 




2 Sam 

16 17 





23 5 





l Chron. 4 9, 10 



1 1 


29 H 






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265 Pro v. 




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87 3 

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• 4 




9 1 IJ » 

12 307! 


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101 1 





IC2 23 

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180 : 




107 31 

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1 15 1 





118 18, i 

9 542 




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119 32 




l 95 

ji 9 94 



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119 136, 

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5 44 





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5 48 





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6 9—13 



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6 10 370; 374 





6 33 





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11 28 






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15 19 






17 4 





18 20 


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5 39 






8 34 






8 36 







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Book Ch. Vcr. 

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Ch. Ver. 


Mark 9 24 

2 19 Luke 

23 42 


10 14 


24 34 


10 21 

520 John 

1 9 


10 47 


1 12 94,95 

16 16 


1 14 


Luke 1 74, 75 


1 16 


2 14 


1 29 


2 25 


3 H 

J 57 

4 18, 19 


3 16 


5 5 


4 10 


7 47 


4 24 


9 23 


5 2—4 


9 26 


6 20 


10 29—37 


6 37 


10 33>34 


6 35,48 


10 42 


6 53—55 


12 16 — 22 


6 67 — 69 


12 32 127 


7 37 


12 33 


8 36 


*2 35—33 


9 25 


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10 9 


34 22 


10 10 


14 22 473 


10 27 — 29 

J °3 

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j 377 

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19 1 — 10 


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3 6 7 

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21 19 


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Ch. Ver. 



19 30 



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3 6 >7 


19 41 

3 6 7 

5 7>8 


20 13 


6 17 


21 6 



6 19 


21 15 


9 24 


21 16 


10 13 


21 18- 



11 28 

33 1 


1 25 


13 '— 3 


4 12 


13 9 


5 3i 


*5 56 


7 59 


15 57 


8 12 


16 13 


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4 6 


8 39 


a iS 


9 6 


5 H' 1 ; 


10 36 


> l 11 

6 2 


10 38 


9 15 


12 6, 



12 9 


17 30 


j 3 11 


20 24 


13 " + 


20 26, 




3 IO 


24 24,25 


3 28 


26 22 



4 6 



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5 *7 


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1 7,11 


7 19 


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11 217 

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13 11 


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6 13- 




7 25 



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9 2T 


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10 39 


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4 4 


13 20, 21 


4 5 



1 27 


4 7 


2 10 


4 8 


1 Pet. 

1 18, 19 


4 *9> 



2 6 



1 19 


2 7 173 

, 192 

2 15 



3 20,21 


3 " 


2 Pet. 

1 4 


3 " 


3 18 


i Thef. 

4 i3 


1 John 

1 3 


j Tim. 

1 1 1 


1 9 


1 i5 


2 1 


3 8- 



3 1 — 3- S 


3 16 


5 21 


6 12 



2®, 21 


2 Tim. 

1 9 



« 7 


1 12 


2 1 


2 *3 


2 10 


3 i* 


5 9—H 



1 14 


5 I2 


4 2 


6 14—17 


4 9 


19 10 


4 16 


20 12 


6 18 


22 16 


6 19, 



22 17 


7 1- 



22 17,20 



AARON, his breaft plate 


1 and Page 

Melchifedec and Chrift 


190, 191 

Abraham's God 



Care of his family 



Interceilion for Sodom 



Acceptance through Chrift alone 



Accefs to God by Chrift 



Atlivity in religion 


3 2 5»293 

Adam the fir ft and fecond 



Admiration and joy 






AJJlicTwn, pleading with God under 



Prefence of God defired in it 



See Sichnefs 

Amur's, wifh. 



Angels, miniftering to Chrift 



Miniftering to Chriftians 



Reply to the women that fought 



Their fong at the birth of Chrift 



The fallen, paffed by 



Apqftacy deprecated 


439, 440 

Ark, Noah preferved in it 



Armour, the fpiritual 



Afienfion of Chrift 



AJfociations of minifters and churches 

423— 43 l 

Spiritual, regiftercd in heaven 



Minifters abounding in 'he work, 



Loveft thou me ? feed my fheep 



Prayer for minifters 



A revival defired 



Spread of the gofpel longed for 


428, 210 

Praife for the increafe of the church 

429, 430 

Spiritual temple completed 



Atonement of Chrift 



Gratitude for it 



3 R 


Atonement^ pleaded - - 76 

Awakened Sinner's prayer - 294 

Backjliders invited to return 118, 121, 176 

Backflidings, and returns - 313, 314 

Dreaded - 106, 439, 440 

JBaptifm - - 442 — 471 

Barren fig-tree - - 511 

Barrimeus's prayer - - 369 

Benevolence a duty and pleafure - 246, 166 

Birth of Chrift - - 129 — 132 

Birth-day hymn - - 512 

Bodies of the faints, the care of God 285, 288 

Temples of the Holy Ghoft - 299 

Boldnefs, holy - - 357 

Book of life - - 9, m 

Brethren } love to them - 254 


Calling, effectual, 77, 78, and glorification 108 

Canaan, the heavenly, 2d part of hymn 66 

The happinefs of it longed for - 232 

Way to it. See Heaven - 201 

Ceremonial law - - 53 

Charity - 246, 257, 432 — 436 

Children, every day given to the Lord 336 

Chrift's regard to them - 337 

Chrift, Aaron the true - 154 

Adam the fecond - 38 

Advocate - - 156, 152 

Angel of the covenan - 184 

Brazen ferpent - 157 

Bread of life - - 158 

Bridegroom - - 159 

Bright and morning flar - 160 

Brother - - 240 

Chief among ten thoufand - 161 

Conization of Ifrael - 162 



C'.nft.. corner (lone 



Defoe of all nations 














163, 167 

Fountain opened 


168, 169 



170* 3 8 5 

Gift of God 






Head of the church 












King of faints 






Lamb of God 



Worthy is the Lamb 






Life of the foul 






Lord of all 






MefTenger of the covenant 









Pearl of great price 



Phyfician, of the foul 



Of the foul and body 



Prieft, the great high 



Prince and Saviour 



Prophet, Prieft and King 









Righteoufnefs, our 



Rock fmitten 


l 9S 

Saviour, the only 


196, 269 

3 R 2 



Chrlfl, Saviour able and willing 




Strong hold 






Way 196. Way to Canaan 


Way, truth, and life 


Wifdom, righteoufnefs, fan&ification, 

&c. 203 

The burden of the fong 



204, 205 

Chrijltari) awakened 


Crying for mercy 


Longing for an intereft in Chriil 


Choofing the good part 


Devoting himfelf to God 


His body the temple of the Spirit 


A pilgrim 


his fong 


Running the race 


Fighting the good fight 


On his fpiritual voyage 



3 C 5 

His temptations moderated 

3 c6 

Miniftered to by angels 


Walking in darknels and trufring 


Complaining of fin and inccnftancy 

3°9>3 10 

Lamenting pride 

3 !I 

Pleading with God under affliction 


BackHiding and returning 


Falling and recovered 


Wifhing to be as in months pad 

3 '5 

Troubled, but making God his refuge 




Cart down, but hoping in God 


His requeft 


Watching and praying 


His prayer anfwered by croffes 

3 21 


Chrijlian, growing in grace - 322 

Rifing to God - - 323 

Remembering all the way, &c. 324 

Waiting for the coming of his Lord 325 

Defirous of finifhing his courfe with joy 326 

Committing his departing fpirit to Jefus 327 

Crowned - - 328 

Church, defer ibed, 403. formed *• 406 

Prefence of Chrifl: the joy of it - 404 

Way to it enquired - 405 

Begging a pafcor of the Lord - 409 

Praying for their minifter - 415 

Praying for their paftor when ill - 413 

Choofmg deacons - 417 

Chrifl's care of churches and minivers 414 

Glory of it predicted - 418,419 

prayed for - 419 — 422,441 

Church Meetings - - 437,441 

See Mini/lets, alfo Ajfociations 

Come and welcome to Jefus Chrifl - 115 

Colleftions for poor churches and minifters 432 — 436 

Communion, with God - 96 

With Chrilt 487, defired 97 — 99 

With faints 254, with our own hearts 329 

CompaJJton of Chrift - 367 

Complaint ', of inability to do good - 309 

Of inconflancy 31c. Of pride 311 

Of hardnefs of heart - 250 

Of Cupidity in hearing and prayer 275 

Of unfruitfulnefs - 5 1 r. 

Under great pain - 358 

Condefcend'mg grace of Chrift - 133 

Condtfcenfion of God - 14 

Confidence in God - 286, 344 

Conficl - - 4m3 c 9 

Contentment See Refignailtm 2C2, 276 — 279 

Contrition of heart - 275 


LGrvrrJion, a work or eihcacious grac 



Of a Tinner; or, joy in heaven 


Of the thief 80. Of Zac 

beua 78 

Praife to God for it 



Conviction, fpiritual 


50, 294 

Coronation of Chrifl 


176, 177 

Counfel of God's will 



Covenant of grace 66> 223. 

pleaded 68 

Supporting under trouble 



Creation, a fummary view of it 



Of man 


27, 28 

Creating wifdom, fcng to it 



And providence 


3 2 

Crofs of Chriil 137. flying to 



Attractions of it 



Triumphs of it 



Crofs, the chriftian's taken up 


280, 281 

Crojfes, prayer anfwered by them 



Crown him 



Crown of glory promifed 

Darknefs, walking in it 





Hope in it 



Spirit of God addreffed in it 



Day, one well fpent 



Deacons, at a choice of 



Death, and eternity 



Preparation for it defired 



Of the (Inner and faint 



Of Mofes 



A deep to good men 



Victory over it through Chrift 


55 2 

The welcome mefTenger 



And judgment, See Funeral 



Decrees of God 



Delight in God 248. in worftiip 


Deliverances, national, celebrated 



Defpair, finful 90. prevented 287 

Difficulties fur mounted - 447 

Diligence and holy zeal - 295, 325 

Difmijfton, hymns at - 378 — 392 

Dominion of God - 9 

Doxohgies _ - 5^9—593' 393—397 

Drawings of the Spirit of God - 216 

Drought, threatening - 50c 

Duties, and piivileges - 375 

Difficulties thereof furrnounted - 447 

Duty to God - - 47 

And our neighbour - 48, 242 


Early piety - - 518 

Earthly things, their vanity - 398 

Ebene-zer - 509,510,512,290 

Education of youth - 522,523 

Eleclic:i, 62. Confequences of it - 6$ 

Godly confideration of it comfortable* 65 

Encouragement, and invitation 1 14 — 121 

To fuch who feek a rifen Jefus - 144 

To young perfons to feeli Chriii - 518 

To the weak in faith - 220 

To truft and love God - 285 

To prayer - - 353 

Enemies, love to them - 258 

Eternity, of God - 4 

Joyful and tremendous - 548 

Time and eternity - 546 

Death and eternity - \ 550 

Prayer in profpect of it - 549 

Evening hymns - 495 — 497, 226 

Everlafting love. See Ele&ien - 62 

Example of Chrift •> 1 66, 258, 43 J 

Exaltation of Ch rift - 1 47, 148, 269 

Excellencies of Chrift - 16 1 

3 s 3 




Faith, its author and precioufnefs 



Nature and effecls 



Power of 218. Weaknefs of it 


Struggling with unbelief 



Fainting 220 Reviving 



Conquering 222 Connected wi 

di fa!< 

ration 225 

Faithful nefs of God 



Fall of man, lamented 



And recovery 



Family worfhip 


Faft day hymns 



Fear of God, exercifed all the day 


The happinefs attending it 


227, 285 

Fears and doubts removed 


289, 286 

Fear not 



I will truft and not be afraid 



Feaji, the gofpel 


Room at it 



Felix trembling 



Felloivfhip of the faints 



Fervency of devotion defired 



Following Chrift 


, 445, 446 

Forgivenefs. See Pardon 



God ready to forgive 



Forms vain without religion 



Fortitude, holy 



Fulnefs of Chrift 



Funeral^ See Death 

Of an. infant 



Of a young perfon 



Of children 



Of a believer 



Of a minifter 



Futurity committed to the Lord 




General meetings — See AJfociatxons 


Glorying in the Lord alone - 23$ 

God — a Father - - 92,27^ 

A refuge 316. is love - 241 

A portion - - 276 

The fearcher of the heart - 28 

Reafoning with men - 114 

Our God 124. for ever and ever 385 

Exalted above all praife - 26 

Good Samaritan, parable of the - 257 

Goodnefs of God, 1 2, 30. and juftice 18 

In giving his Son - 12 

Go/pel, - - 54 

Glorious - '59 

Worthy of all acceptation - 55 

The power of God to falvation - 60 

Reprefented by, a feaft 486,362,56,473 

The Jubilee - 57j5§ 

Rationally defended - 61 

Freenefs of it - 362 

Net, carting it - - 366 

Spread of it defired - 370,374,428 

Grace, electing, adopting, fovereign l Ai&5 

Efficacious 77. diftinguiming - 110 

Sufficient 125. defired - 382 

Growing in it 322. defired '- 290 

Salvation by grace - 1 1 1 

Gratitude the fpring of true religion 216 

Grave - - 550,567 

Gravity and decency - 229 

Growth in grace 322. defired - 39° 

Habitation, going to a new one ^^^ — 335 

Happinefs, in God - 2$$> 248 

Attending divine wifdom - 291 
Of thofe who fear God 227, and truft in him 285 

Of the poor in fpirit - 234 

Of humble worfnippers - 343 

3 T 


Happivrfs, of fpiritual pilgrims - 300 

Of being with Chriii - 554 

Harmony of the divine perfections - 2 1 

Harvejl and fummer - 504, 505 

Hearty evil 40. contrite defired - 75 

Hard lamented 250. new defired 382 

Heaven* anticipated, 2d part of hymn 66 

Promifed land, 584. a kingdom 324 

Happinefs and joys of it - 583,585 

Wormip of it 587. The everlafiing fong 588 

Hell s the Tinner's own place - 580 

Everlafting mifery of it - 42 

Praife for being cut of it - 16 

And heaven - - 582 

Help prayed for 379. obtained - 509,510 

Holinefs, defired 290. 2dnartofhymn 62 

Of God - 17 

Hope, in darknefs 251. fet before us 230 

Encouraged by the perfections of God 233 

Hoping and longing for glory - 232, 253 

Humble, their joy encouraged - 260 

Humiliation of Chrift - 1 48 

Humility of mind 234. prayed for - 237 

The humble publican - 236 

Humble pleadings for mercy - 235 

Kjp 0C! "ify dreaded - 108,283 


Idol worfnip ftupid - 233 
Idols renounced and God welcomed into the foul 299 
lUnsfs, See Sicknefs 

Immutability of God 5 

Inability to do good complained of - 309 

Incarnation of Chrift - 129 — 132 

Incomprehenfibility of God - 23 

Incovjlancy lamented - 310 

In dive I lin* (in « - 39 

Infants, See Children - 336 


Infants, dying In the arms of Jefus 556 

Infinity of God - - G 

Influences of the Spirit - 206 — z\G 

Compared to living water - 2c3 

To rain 209. to the wind - 212 

Defired2io — 2 1 2. experienced - 213 

Ingratitude to Chrifl: detetted - 252 

Injpiration of the fcriptures - 43 

Intercejfwn of Chrilr, 152 prevalent 153 

For Peter - - 155 

Typified by Aaron's breaft-platc, - 154 

Inter eft in Chrift defired - 296 

Invitations of fcripture - 1 14 — 121 

To the Gofpel feaft - 473 

jfabez's prayer - - 38 r. 

Jews prayed for - - 422 

Joy, of the humble - - 260 

And rejoicing - 238 — 24c 

The return of joy - - 24J 

Julitee * - 57,58 

Judgment- Jay - 570—579 

The coming of the Judge 575—578. defired 574 

Books opened - - 571 

Sentence on the wicked - 572 

On the righteous - 573 

A place at the right hand defired - 579 

Juftice and goodnefs of God - 18 

Juflice and equity to our neighbour - 242 

Jujlification - - 83, 84 


Kingdom, of Chrilr. 149. increafing 430 

Of God, to be firft fought - 519 

Of glory, fee Heaven - 234 

Knowledge, fpiritual - 243 — 245 

Defired of God its author - 243 

Imperfect at prefent - 245 

One thing I know - 244 

3 T 2 



Knowledge, and happinefa 



Latter day glory longed for 


Law, moral 47, 48. honored by Chrift 

5 C 


Sinners found wanting by it 


Practical ufe of it 




And gofpel 

5 Z 

Legal obedience followed by evangelical 

5 l 

Leper crying 189. 289. healed 


Liberality, See Charity 


Liberty, fpiritual 


Life, abundant by Chrift 


Lonf fujfering of God 


Lord's day, See Refurreclion of Chrifl 







Lord's prayer 


Lord's Supper 



Lojl Jheep found, parable of the 


Loving kindnefs of God 


Love, of God, electing, everlafting 


Eternal and unchangeable 


Redeeming love 


Love of Chrifl, constraining 

J 39 


On a crofs and a throne 


Weeping and dying 


Love, to God 


To Chrift prefent or abfent 


Loveft thou me ? 



Defiring to love Chrift 



Profeffion of love to the Redeemer 


Supreme love 


To the brethren 254. unfeigned 


To all faints 


To our neighbour 


To our enemies 




Love, all attainments vain without love 259 


Majefly of God - - 17 

Manna - - 1 5 8, 180 

Mariner, the fpiritual - 300 

Afdriner's Pfalm 36 

Meditation 329. on the crofs of Chrift 478 

Meek beautified with falvatioo - 260 

Meeting and parting of friends 514 — 5 1 6 

Mercies in con (rant fucceiTion - 547 

Mercy of God - -. 15 

Pleaded for 235. 332. implored 295 

And truth met together - 21 

Mejfage of the Redeemer - 134 

Midnight cry - - 155 

Minijlers, nothing without Chrift - 360 

Abounding in the work of the Lord 424 

Watching for fouls - - 410 

Leaving a people - - 414 

Illnefs of one - - 413 

Meeting of, See AJpjcialions 

Chrift's care of them - 413 

Prayer for them - - 416,42ft 

Collection for poor miniiters 432 — 4,36 

Mini/try, gofpel Lnftituted by Chrift - 407 

One called to the work of the miniftry 408 
Min'iftry of angels, fee Angels 

Miracle s of Chrift applied - 189 

Mijjionaries prayed for - 420 

Moderation - - 261,262 

Mortality of man, See Death 4, 524, 543 

Morning Hymns - 49 1 — 494,226 

Mutability of the creation - r 


National prayer and praife - 525 — 536 

Nativity of Chrift - 12 9— 1 3 L 

Noah preferred in the ark - K4 

3 u 


Neighbour, our duty to him 

Our love to him 
Ne r J/ Tear's Day 
Not unto us 

Obedience evangelical 
Omnipotence of God 
Omniprefsnce and omnifcience of God 
Old Age 

One thing needful 

Ordination hymns - 410— 

Original fin 


Of all fin 

Spoken by Chrift 

Confeffion and pardon 

And fan edification 

God ready to forgive 
Pardoning God 85. love 
Parting of chriflian friends 
Pa/lor, one fought of God 

His prayer for his people 

Peoples prayer for him 
Patience of God admired 

Chriftian patience defired 
Peace, promifed and prayed for 

God fpeaking it to the foul 
Peace, of the nation prayed for 

Praife for it 
Penitence and hope, See Repentance 
Penitent, the, 271. his fighs 
Perfetlions of God 

In harmony 21. celebrated 

Moral perfections imitated 
Perfecution to be expected by good men 
Perfeverance in grace 








5 l 







» 204 


3>33 8 




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> 2 54 












>39 l 
















— 106 



JV/hvr^5 defircd - 105,106 

Peter, admoni.'hcd by Chrilt - 155 

His fall and recovery - 313,314 

And John following Chrift - 292 

Pilgrim the fpiritual 300. his fong - 301 

Pillar of lire 44.. and cloud - 180,418 

PJeafures, of religion - 291 

Unfeen longed for - 546 

Pool of Bethefda - - 364 

Poor in fpirit bleil'ed - - 234 

Portion, God a - - 276 

Poverty, fpiritual - - 234 

Power and providence of God - 7 

Pra'ife to God, from the whole creation I 

For the ble. ( ]ings of providence and grace 37 

For the fountain opened - 169 

For falvation - - 383 

To the Redeemer - - 488,489 

To Father, Son, and Spirit - 22 

God exalted above all praife - 26 

Prayer, fecret 332. the Lord's - 350 

Anfwered 316. by croiTes - 321 

Immportunity in it - 354 

Impei fetf but accepted - 156 

Benefit of it, and exhortation to it 353 

Hymns before praver • 353 — 358 

Preparatory thought for the Lord'6 Supper 472 

Preface, of God worth dying for 555 

Of Chriil the joy of his people 404, 554, 135 

Promifed 379. longed for - 220 

Pride lamented - 311, 345 

Priejlhood of Chrilr. 1 90. its excellency 191 

Privileges of the fons of God - 94, 375 

Prodigal Son, parable of the - 273 

Promifes, the fir ft promife - 122 

Of ltrength according to our days 123 

Of the divine prefence - 124 

3 U 2 



Promifesy of fufficient grace 



Of a fupply of all our need 



Of the kingdom 



Exceeding great and precious 



Prbphecy, Chrilt the fubftance of it 






Profperity of foul defired 



Providence 31. and power of God 



Equitable and kind ^^. myflerious 


To be explained hereafter 



Bereaving fubmitted to 



Praife for the bleirings of it 



Public an y the humble 




Racgy the chridian 



Rainy threatening 



Reading the fcriptures 



Reafon 32. an inefficient guide 



Recolledion grateful 

3 2 4>5°9 

Redeeming love 


, 169 

Redav.pliony by Chrift alone 


Finifhed 71, 72. wonders of it 



Gratitude to God for it 



Refuge, God a, 316. Chrift a 

52, 100 


Regeneration , See Convcrjion 

Rejoicing in God 238. in hope 



In the ways of God 


2 39 

And going on our way 



Religiony gratitude the fpring of it 



Internal, defired 




3 2 9~ 








Vain without love 


Remembering all the way, &c. 


3 2 4 

Repentance, commanded by God 



Given by Chrift 





tance, and hope 



Prayed for, See Penitence and Pmitent 


Why wecpeft thou ? 



Refignation, See Suhmtjjion 

276 — 279 

Rejolution, to ferve the Lord 



The fuccefsful oae 



RemrreSion, of the body 


568, 569 




A pledge^of ours 


j 43 

Comfortable to fuch who feek Chrift 


And afcenflon of Chrift 

142, 145 




Revival prayed for 



Rich fool furprifed 



Ricbfs their emptinefs 



Riches of Chritt unfearchable 


1 5 i 

Righteous, See Chriftian 

Righteoufnefs, imputed 



Human, inefficient to juflify 


Rifing to God 



Rulers prayed for 



Sabbath, See Lord's day 


> 348, 352 

Safety of Cnrid's flieep 


Saint indeed 



Salvation, approaching 



Of finners 


The method of it, 107. complete 

- • 


Free 108. by grace 

1 1 0, 1 1 1 

An intereft in it defired 


IJ 3 

What mutt I do to be faved ? 


2 94 

God glorious and finners faved 


1 12 

Praife for it 



Samaritan, the good 


2 57 

S a notification, and pardon 



A fid growth dsfired 



3 * 


Sit tan rqmlfed 



Scriptures, their infpiration 



Their ufefulnefs 44. riches 



Their {efficiency and excellency 



Reading them 



Seafons crowned with goodnefs 



Secret Prayer 











Self- Examination 33 r. Lord, fearch 



Self-Exiftence and felf-fufficiencz of God 


Seriov.fnefs prayed for 



Sermon, hymns before it 




Hymns after it 

37 2 ~ 


Shame, on account of Chrift, abhorred 

45 J 

Sheep of Chrift fecure 



Shepherd, See Chrift 



Sicknefs, prefence of God defired in 



Submifiion under it 



Complaint and hope in it 






And recovery 




Sinai and Calvary 



Sincerity and truth 282. defired 



Sin, original 38. indwelling 



And grace 



And forrow laid before God 



Sinner, impatient, found wanting 



Reafoning with 581. convinced 



Repenting accepted 



And faints in the wreck cf nature 


Death of the finn-er 



Sion^ its (lability and glory 



Aiding the way to it 



Glorious tilings fpoken of it. See Church 


Sovg, to creating wifdo-m 



Song, t-f the angels at (Thrift's birth 129, 130 

Of the fpiritual pilgrim - 301 

Of praife to the Redeemer 3475488,489 

Sons of God, their privileges - 94, 95 

Sorrow, godly, See Repentance 

For fin, defired - - 274 

Laid before God 


Soul, worth of it - - 401 

Sovereignty of God - - n 

Sower, parable of - - 37 2 >373 

Spirit of God,. See Influences - 206 — 216 

The Comforter - - 206 

Leads the people of God - 207 

AddrefTed under darknefs - 214 

Grieved but intreated not to depart 21c 

His drawings celebrated - 216 

Spiritual mindednefs - - 284 

Spirituality of God - 2 

Spring - - 498— 5 co 

Strait Gate - - 16 ^ 

Strength as our days are - 123, 125 

SubmiJJion, to the will of God 276, 277, 264. 

To bereaving providences 563. filial 278 

It is the Lord, let him, &c. - 279 

Suffering christians, dear to Chiift - 280 

Sufferings of Chrift, See LorcV-s Supper iq<5 

Summer and harveft - 504, 50c 

Sunday Schools - - C2 2 } C2? 

Supplication ' - - 2GC 


Temple, the bodies of the faints - 299 

The fpiritual completed - 42! 

Temptation, 305, 324. moderated - jo6 

Tempted Saints, Chnft's interceflion for them 155 

Thanh/giving days - 529—536 

Thief on the ciofs - . 280 

-, +■- ^ 


Thlrfy fouls invited to Chriit - 120 

Thunder, the God of - 503 

Timg, well fpent 226. fhort - 543 

Now is the accepted time - 576, 505 

Every part of it in God's hands - 545 

And eternity - - 546 

Transfiguration of Chriil - 135 

Traveller's Pfalm - 36 

Trinity , the doctrine of the, (See Doxolcgies) 22 

Triumphs of Chrift 148. of the crofs - 481 

Trouble, pleading with God in it - 312 

Troubled but making God our refuge 3 1 6 

Trufi, in God under trials - 4 86, 287 

Humble, or defpair prevented - 2S7 

Encouragement to it • 285 

1 will truft and not be afraid - 290 

Truth, and faithfulnefs of God - 19 

And mercy met together - 2 £ 

And fincerity - - 282 

Types, Chrift the fubftance of them 53, 205 ; 232 


Unbelief lamented, 241. furmounted - 290 

Union to Ch rift - - 81 

Unity of God - - 2 

Vanity of earthly things - 398. 401 

Victory, thankfgiving for natioRal - 529 

Over death - - 550 

Vifion of the dry bones - 371 

Voyage, the fpiritual - - 304 


Walking with God 98. in darknefs - 308 

Warfare, the chriftian - 228, 303 

IVarrior animated and crowned - 328 

Watchfulnefs rewarded - - 325 

Weary and burdened invited to reft - 117 

Wedding Hymn - - 553 


Tficied men exhorted - - n6 

Winter improved - - 506, 507 

Wlfdom of God II. in creation - 29 

And grace of the gofpel - 59 

Wifdonft, ways pleafant - 291 

Wonders of redemption - 485 
Word ofGod. See Scripture 

World, vanity of it - 39^> 339 

Renounced 402. defpifed - 253 

No compenfation for the lofs of one foul 401 

Worjhipi private - 329 — 332 

Family - - 333 — 337 

Public 338 — 397. reverential 


Opening a new place of 

33 8 > 340 

Pleafures of it - 341, 

343> 344> 346 

Excellency of it 


Formal worfhip vain 


Worthy is the Lamb 



Tear crowned with goodnefs 


Toutk, educated 

- 522,523 

Encouraged to feek the Lord 


A lovely one falling fhort of heaven 



Zeal and diligence 


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